Friday, November 14, 2025

Returning to God

You say that you have no time for God.

You say that you are too busy,

Little by little, you do not talk anymore with Him.

Out of your life, the Father, you are taking.

 

You do not pray anymore,

You do not kneel to the Lord.

You think only about enjoying.

To the Lord, your heart is hardening.

 

One day, you will seek the help of God.

On the day when a problem comes to you.

And the desperation reaches you,

An appeal to the Lord’s throne, you will do.

 

The Lord is a God of mercy and love.

He is always attentive to your cry.

With Him, you will reconcile,

Confess your faith in Jesus Christ,

And as a son, He will accept you.

 

Come back to the arms of the Father.

And do not return to the world again.

For in God, you have happiness.

You need to give Him your faithfulness.


This poem is part of the book Christian Poetry Volume II.

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Wednesday, November 12, 2025

The Steady Step

My son, do not let wisdom and understanding out of your sight, preserve sound judgment and discretion; Then you will go on your way in safety, and your foot will not stumble. When you lie down, you will not be afraid; when you lie down, your sleep will be sweet. Have no fear of sudden disaster or of the ruin that overtakes the wicked, for the Lord will be at your side and will keep your foot from being snared. Proverbs 3:21, 23-26

The news landed like a bomb at the morning meeting: “TecnoSolutions” was making a massive cut. Thirty percent of the staff would be laid off by the end of the week. Immediately, a wave of dread swept through the office. Whispered conversations filled the hallways, and the sound of keyboards was replaced by the anxious silence of people secretly updating their résumés.

Amidst the widespread panic, Daniel’s calmness was almost disconcerting. While his colleagues despaired, he continued his work with the same diligence as always. He was not naive; he knew his name could be on the list. He had a wife, a young son, and a mortgage. The possibility of losing his job was, objectively, terrifying.

“How can you be so calm?” his colleague, Flávio, asked him at lunch. “I haven’t slept in two nights. My mind won’t stop thinking about the worst.”

Daniel took a sip of his juice.

“I’m not calm, Flávio. I’m confident. There’s a difference.”

For Daniel, “sound judgment and discernment” were not just religious concepts, but the foundation of his life. They were the principles he never lost sight of, no matter the circumstance. He did not live extravagantly, but had built a small emergency fund over the years. He did not base his worth on his job title, but on his character. He did not place his ultimate security in his company ID, but in his faith in God.

Years earlier, he had gone through an anxiety crisis so severe it had landed him in the hospital. It was then that his pastor told him something that changed his life: “Daniel, you can’t control the storms that come from the outside. But you can strengthen the anchor that is within. The wisdom of God is that anchor.”

From that day on, he began to “keep” these principles. He learned to live one step below his means, to be generous, to not go into debt for status, to find joy in simple things. He was, without knowing it, preparing himself for “sudden disaster.”

On Friday, the layoff list came out. Daniel’s name was on it.

Flávio, who remained, approached him, devastated.

“Man, I’m so sorry. It’s so unfair.”

Daniel took a deep breath. The news hurt, of course. But it did not break him. “It’s okay, Flávio. It’s going to be okay.”

As he emptied his desk, placing his things in a cardboard box, he felt the pitying stares of his colleagues. But he did not feel like a victim.

That night, when he got home, he hugged his wife, Carla. He told her the news. She held him tight.

“We will get through this together,” she said. “The Lord is with us.”

He lay in bed, the ghost of bills hovering in his mind. Fear tried to settle in. But then, he remembered what he had built. A financial reserve that would give them a few months of breathing room. A professional network based on respect, not on politics. And, most importantly, a faith that was not a charm to avoid problems, but a fortress to face them.

His confidence was not in the absence of trouble, but in the certainty that he would not fall into a trap and be snared. He was not helpless.

He fell asleep quickly, a deep and dreamless sleep. The promise of the proverb was fulfilled not in the prevention of the crisis, but in the peace, he felt amidst it. While many of his former colleagues, even those who stayed, would spend the night awake, fearing the future, Daniel slept. His path had become uncertain, but his inner step remained steady, for his trust was anchored in a wisdom that no corporate crisis could shake.

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This story is part of my book Everyday Wisdom

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Monday, November 10, 2025

Divisions

How can we be members of Christ,

If, when I look at the church, is everything divided?

Among the brothers, there is no union.

Doing the bride of Christ be in the division.

It seems there is a competition.

 

They compete to be the one who wins more souls.

That seems the message of Christ.

But in fact, they want to self-glorify.

To the people, they want to show their lives.

 

People would prefer something else to this proceeding.

And communions start dissolving.

Little by little, they speak things.

Away from each other, they are going.

 

This division is what Satan wants to put in it.

The body of Christ, he tries to disestablish.

Then, he will touch their lives,

Because those who had to evangelize,

They forgot their mission and started to fight.

They forgot the souls they must save and guide.

 

Please, evangelists, stop with it!

Among you, do not make conflict.

Because we are members of the Lord Jesus Christ.

The Holy Gospel, we must spread all days of our life,

Then, too many lost people can be saved.


This poem is part of the book Christian Poetry Volume II.

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Friday, November 7, 2025

The Prison of the Women

Some women live in a kind of prison,

It is a prison that is in heart and emotions.

It is the result of her entire life,

It is the result of what she learned all the time.

 

She learned she must keep silent,

And her ideas, she must not show them.

From all sides, this was taught,

Many women grow up with this wrong thought.

 

These thoughts are well-known by everyone,

But before the Lord, they are wrong.

The woman is important and must be valued,

And all her ideas must be considered.

 

Bible history has many significant women,

Some of them were more valiant than men.

It was not random or in vain the recording of their actions,

God used each one to generate inspiration.


This poem is part of the book Christian Poetry Volume V.

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Wednesday, November 5, 2025

The Signature in the Stars

By wisdom the Lord laid the earth’s foundations, by understanding he set the heavens in place; by his knowledge the watery depths were divided,    and the clouds let drop the dew. Proverbs 3:19-20

Dr. Helena Neves lived with her eyes turned to the heavens. As an astrophysicist, her job was to decipher the secrets of the cosmos. In her laboratory, surrounded by state-of-the-art telescopes and screens displaying distant galaxies, she searched for the grand Theory of Everything—a single, elegant equation that would explain the universe.

To her, the universe was a mechanism of impressive, but accidental, precision. A consequence of physical laws and cosmic chance. The idea of a “Founder,” of a “Wisdom” behind it all, was, to her, a poetic hypothesis that science had already surpassed. She sought the intelligence that prepared the heavens, but she believed that this intelligence was the set of mathematical laws itself, not a Mind behind them.

Her father, a retired botanist who lived in the countryside, represented the opposite of her worldview. He found the divine not in distant quasars, but in the dew that formed on a rose petal at dawn.

“You search for a grand signature in the stars, my daughter,” he told her on one of her rare visits. “But the Artist signs His work everywhere, from the depths of the ocean to the cycle of the rain.”

Helena would smile with affection, but with a hint of condescension. It was the simple view of a man who studied plants, not the complex quest of one who studied the origin of time and space.

Helena’s crisis was not caused by a black hole, but by a small piece of paper. A medical exam. The diagnosis was uncertain, an anomaly in her cells that doctors could not classify. Suddenly, the woman who mapped the universe found herself lost within the unknown territory of her own body.

The uncertainty consumed her. The mathematical precision that governed her professional life offered no comfort. For the first time, the vastness of the universe did not seem magnificent to her, but terrifyingly cold and indifferent.

One weekend, seeking refuge, she returned to her father’s house. She felt exhausted, fragile. The next morning, before the sun rose, her father woke her.

“Come see something,” he said, with the excitement of a young boy.

He took her to his garden. The grass was covered by a silver veil of dew. Every leaf, every spiderweb, was adorned with tiny droplets of water that glittered like diamonds in the first light.

“Look, Helena,” her father said, his voice low. “The clouds have distilled the dew. A process you can explain with the physics of condensation. But I see it as a gift. A proof that, even after the darkest night, the morning always comes with refreshment. It is the knowledge of God in action, caring for the small things.”

Helena looked at that silent beauty. She, who spent her nights scrutinizing the violence of collapsing stars billions of light-years away, had never stopped to truly see the delicate wonder happening in her own yard.

“The same God,” her father continued, “whose wisdom founded the earth and established the laws you study so intently, is the same one whose knowledge ensures that the dew forms. His signature is not just in the scale, but also in the detail. In the precision of a galactic orbit and in the perfection of a drop of water.”

At that moment, amidst the simplicity of the garden, Helena’s quest changed. She realized she had spent her entire life reading a magnificent book, marveling at the complexity of its grammar and the structure of its sentences, but refusing to admit that there was an Author.

The journey of her illness would be long, but she was no longer alone in the cold vastness of the cosmos. She began to see the same Hand that established the heavens, caring for the minutiae of her life. Wisdom was not an equation to be discovered, but an Artist to be known. And His signature, she finally understood, was in everything, from the majesty of the stars to the silent promise of the morning dew.

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This story is part of my book Everyday Wisdom

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Monday, November 3, 2025

The Threat of Sennacherib

In the reign of Hezekiah, Judah’s people were challenged,

The Assyrian King Sennacherib went up to face them.

He said the people could not be saved,

And the Assyrian kings, nobody could face.

 

The king said that in Hezekiah, they could not rely on,

Even being faithful to God, they would not have salvation.

Because the gods of all peoples were beaten,

And the people and God of Israel would fall before them.

 

The king’s envoys went to the prophet Isaiah,

They pleaded for God to help the people and Hezekiah.

They cried out for the Lord to save them,

And may God go forth in battle to help them.

 

Hezekiah trusted plainly in the Lord,

People did not doubt the mercy of God.

They knew the Lord was greater than everything,

God could beat any kingdom and its king.

 

Against the Assyrian army, a Lord’s angel went to fight,

And the angel exterminated all soldiers’ lives.

Sennacherib returned to his land and was murdered,

Because of his provocation to God, he was condemned.


This poem is part of the book Christian Poetry Volume V.

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Friday, October 31, 2025

My Garden

I have a precious garden; I must take care of it,

A special place where I must work on it.

My heart is an exceptional soil

There can be sown the good and evil.

 

The garden flourishes when good is sown

Love and hope sprout and grow.

Kindness spreads out in all directions

There are excellent fruits in trees of emotions.

 

I look at the garden and see its sublime perfection

I feel peace of mind and joy in my heart.

It is being poured out, a rain of blessings

God’s water makes new things.

 

However, some intruders may arrive

In the darkness and shadows, they try to hide.

They are the enemies of the garden of my life

Destruction of my happiness is their only desire.

 

They trample and cut the plants, and spread vileness

Trying exhaustively to kill happiness.

They want all kindness to be uprooted

They want to see the dry drought, lifeless, deserted.


There arrived disguised many of these enemies.

They said they would help me.

They promised they would always be with me

They promised they were friends of me

 

They were sent by the destroyer, the evil one

He is the great enemy of the Lord, the Mighty One.

He cannot see good on the earth

He soon sends his servants to disturb.

 

Greater than the enemy of the garden is its Creator

Greater than evil is the goodness of the Lord.

Even if the enemy sends his whole army

They are not more than insects before the Almighty.

 

The Lord will drive away all evil from my garden

Even if plagues come, I will destroy them.

God will take care of my heart every day

Showing His infinite kindness over my life and way.


This poem is part of the book Words of Faith.

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Introduction

Introduction

God bless everyone. I created this blog intending to publish my poems inspired by God through his Holy Spirit who acts over everyone, transf...