I cannot accept the sacred
and solemn
as private of the Popes and
Bishops,
Kings and Judges.
On the various facets of
daily life,
in the streets, avenues and
alleys,
houses and hovels, by
hugging a
friend long not seen,
returning
an unexpected smile,
giving a
hand to the child and
listening
to an elderly,
stopping
to hear the birds
and the
buzzing of the bees,
admiring
the beauty of the horizons
and the
flowers of the gardens, and,
for the
exasperation of all the demons,
making
love, not war;
there is genuine a solemnity,
also grandeur and nobility,
as
at the cathedrals, palaces
and courts.
And so we go easily moving
heavy and hard wheels of
time,
towards uncertain and unknown
days.
Published in Red Wolf Journal, August 10, 2016
Edilson Afonso Ferreira is a
Brazilian poet who writes in English rather than Portuguese. Recent works have
appeared in Red Wolf Journal, Right Hand
Pointing, Creative Talents Unleashed (Featured Poet), Indiana Voice Journal, The Lake, Whispers, Dead Snakes, Algebra of
Owls, The Bees are Dead, The Basil O’Flaherty (Featured Poet), among
others. Ferreira lives in a small town (Formiga-MG), with wife, three sons and
a granddaughter and, unhurried, is collecting his works for a forthcoming
book. Read some of his works at www.edilsonmeloferreira.wordpress.com
Dear Edilson,
ReplyDeleteThank you for Inward Mobility.
I'm moved by the examples you present--need theses reminders of important things.
Michael
beautiful thoughts expressed here
ReplyDeleteA noble effort. I particularly liked the following lines:"hugging a friend long not seen,
ReplyDeletereturning an unexpected smile,
giving a hand to the child and
listening to an elderly,
stopping to hear the birds"