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| Lamar Belina |
A Man’s Prayer
My God, why don’t you come?
You, who are the Creator,
and see what your creation became
and see how are your people living?
You know how hard and harsh our toiling
since we were banished from your side.
How much time will we endure alone?
When and where our meeting?
Meeting of reason and faith, and passion.
End of the longing for you and for our past,
for the primeval wellspring that outpoured us, long, long ago,
for the Being we venerate, and, some, still love.
For one manor house, once inhabited
in the Paradise Land, that was relieved
not by one, but by four rivers.
Where the manor house, where the rivers?
Where you, so far from your creature,
aside from humanity, deaf for our grief?
Give us at least one of your four rivers,
to mitigate and quench eternal thirst of fatherhood.
First published in The Gambler, April 2015.
Enjoy more posts by Edilson A Ferreira HERE.
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| Edilson A. Ferreira |
Edilson A. Ferreira, 81, is a Brazilian poet who writes in English rather than Portuguese. He has published two poetry books, Lonely Sailor and Joie de Vivre, and 300 works in various international literary journals. Has also been nominated for the Pushcart Prize. He began writing at the age of 67 after retiring from a bank.


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