Couple That Helps Each Other

The couple must always help themselves,

One another must support themselves.

Together, in God’s faith, they will fortify,

Then, they will face all the challenges in their lives.

 

When someone is in deep sadness,

The other needs to treat him with kindness.

And doing things to the other to improve his mood,

For the other to get strong and good.

 

The man who is feeling weak,

He needs his wife to console him.

She will help with many things,

They will overcome everything.

 

The woman who is in affliction time,

She needs the man of his life.

They will pass through everything that happens,

They will win because God is with them.

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

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The Taste of Wormwood

My son, pay attention to my wisdom, turn your ear to my words of insight, that you may maintain discretion and your lips may preserve knowledge. For the lips of the adulterous woman drip honey, and her speech is smoother than oil; but in the end she is bitter as gall, sharp as a double-edged sword … You will say, “How I hated discipline! How my heart spurned correction! I would not obey my teachers or turn my ear to my instructors. And I was soon in serious trouble in the assembly of God’s people.” 5:1-4, 12-14

My name is Fernando, and this is the autopsy of a life. I groan now, at the end, not from physical pain, but from something deeper. It is the sound of a soul consumed from within. My flesh and my body are spent, not by a disease, but by a choice. A choice that began with the taste of honey and ended with the bitter taste of wormwood.

It all started at a happy hour, six months ago. Life had grown lukewarm. My marriage to Paula, good and stable, had become predictable. My job, secure, but without passion. And then, Rebeca appeared, the new analyst on my team. She laughed at all my jokes. Her lips, as the book I used to read says, dripped honey.

“You’re so underrated here, Fernando,” she told me that night, her voice smoother than oil. “They don’t see your brilliance.”

Her words were a balm to my dormant ego. Paula loved me, I knew, but she knew my flaws, my insecurities. Rebeca saw only the brilliance she herself had invented.

The flirting became a secret lunch. The lunch became a late afternoon coffee. Each step seemed small, harmless. I told myself it was just friendship, that I was in control. I ignored the wisdom my father had taught me, the instruction that echoed from a distant past. I turned away from understanding.

Her path was unstable, and I did not know it. She lived in a world of intense emotions and instant gratification. And I, a fool, dived in headfirst. The first time I was physically unfaithful, I felt a wave of guilt, but also a wave of power. I had crossed a line and nothing terrible had happened.

But her end, as the proverb says, is as bitter as wormwood. The initial sweetness began to turn sour. The flirting became demands. The admiration became jealousy. The excitement became anxiety. I lived with my phone on silent mode, my heart racing with every notification. My feet were going down to death—the death of my peace, of my integrity. Every step of mine took hold of the grave of deceit.

The sharp, double-edged sword cut in every direction. It cut my relationship with Paula. She began to sense my distance.

“You’re distant, Nando. What happened?” she would ask, and every question was torture. It cut my finances, with the expensive gifts and secret dinners to keep Rebeca satisfied. It cut my performance at work, my mind always divided, exhausted.

And, in the end, the sword turned against me. Paula found out. Not with a dramatic scene from a soap opera, but with a silent sadness that was a thousand times worse. She found the messages. The castle of lies I had built collapsed on top of me.

Now, I am here, in this rented apartment that smells of loneliness. The divorce took half of my assets. The promotion I had coveted went to someone else, as my “brilliance” had faded. Rebeca? She blamed me for the disaster and disappeared, probably in search of another “brilliant man” to charm.

I hate discipline, and my soul despises reproof. I ask myself, “How did I get to this point?” And the answer is simple and terrible. I arrived here because, for a moment of sweetness, I sold all my honor.

And the taste that remains in the mouth, in the end, is not that of honey. It is the bitter taste of regret. The taste of wormwood.

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This story is part of my book Everyday Wisdom

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The Internet

The Internet is a powerful tool,

There are many things you can do.

It can be used to spread adultery,

But it can be used for Gospel preaching.

 

Something about God, someone can share,

People will see and this will bring them happiness.

The word of God will spread worldwide,

We will take Jesus’ name for distant places and lives.

 

With social media, the world can be reached,

Through social media, the Gospel will be announced.

There will be made big chains of praise,

Too many people will know the Lord’s name.

 

They will know who was Jesus Christ,

They will know about the cross and his big sacrifice.

Many people will access his verity,

With Jesus, many people will go to liberty.

 

Through the big web, together, we are going to evangelize,

They will adore the name of the God Most High.

In the entire world, too many achievements will happen,

Many people will believe in Christ’s name.

Salvation will be available for each of them.

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

See the book:

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The Fall of Human Beings and Their Salvation

The first man was created according to divine perfection,

God made him pure and clean to dwell in his habitation.

Then, God saw that the man was in great solitude,

God made the perfect companion to warm his heart.

They were always in the presence of the Lord,

For all their needs, God was the provider.

There was nothing more they could want or desire,

The greatness of God was complete in their lives.

The most cunning of animals, the serpent, spoke to the woman,

He spoke pleasant words, and she had faith in them.

The woman ate the fruit and gave it to the man,

Both went to hide when they realized they were naked.

This sin made humankind corrupt and impure,

From that moment on, everyone would be filthy, for sure.

All humans were far from the Lord,

The sin of humankind separates them from the Creator.

A great sacrifice was needed for reconciliation,

God punished sin in his only Son.

Jesus took upon himself the sins of all humanity,

This gesture of love gave everyone a new opportunity.

Sinners were justified by the sacrifice of Jesus,

All sins were cleansed because of the blood on the cross.

By the grace of God, humans were freed from condemnation,

Through the great love of the Father, they have eternal salvation.

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

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The Fountains of Life

My son, pay attention to what I say; turn your ear to my words … Above all else, guard your heart, for everything you do flows from it … Keep your mouth free of perversity … Let your eyes look straight ahead … Give careful thought to the paths for your feet and be steadfast in all your ways. Do not turn to the right or the left; keep your foot from evil. Proverbs 4:20, 23-27

Isabela collapsed in the company parking lot. Her car keys fell from her trembling hand, and she stood there, leaning against the door, her chest heaving, unable to take another step. It was not a heart attack. It was something worse. It was absolute emptiness. At thirty-five, as a marketing director at a multinational corporation, she had achieved everything she dreamed of. And she felt dead inside. The official diagnosis was Burnout Syndrome.

The doctor gave her three months’ leave and a piece of advice: “You need to reconnect with what really matters.”

The first few weeks were a blur of sleep and apathy. Her world, previously governed by goals, deadlines, and meetings, was now a deafening silence. That was when she found an old diary of her grandmother’s. On the first page, written in elegant handwriting, was the passage from Proverbs 4: “Above all else, guard your heart…”

Those words, which she had heard in childhood, sounded different. They were a more accurate diagnosis than the doctor’s. She realized that her exhaustion was not just professional; it was spiritual. Her fountains of life had dried up. And, with the help of a Christian therapist, she began the journey of identifying the leaks.

The therapist asked her to list what she “consumed” daily. Isabela realized that her heart was a funnel open to the anxiety of the market, the envy of others’ achievements on LinkedIn, the bitterness of corporate rivalries, and the constant fear of not being good enough. She did not guard her heart; she allowed it to be a repository of toxic waste. Her first task was a “clean-up”: she stopped following profiles that caused her distress, cut off toxic conversations, and began filling her mornings not with emails, but with prayer and reading.

The therapist’s second question was equally impactful:

“How do you speak about your work and your colleagues?”

Isabela realized that her language was dominated by sarcasm, complaining, and gossip. She united people around criticism, not encouragement. As part of her healing, she set herself a challenge: to go an entire week without complaining about anything or anyone. It was excruciating at first, but gradually, she felt her internal environment calm down.

Her therapist noticed that she lived by dwelling on past mistakes: “I should have done that project differently,” or paralyzed by future anxiety: “What if I don’t hit the target next quarter?” Her spiritual eyes were crossed, never focused on the present. The task was to practice daily gratitude, forcing her eyes to see what was in front of her today: her son’s smile, the warmth of the sun, a tasty meal.

The final step was to re-evaluate her daily choices. She realized that her “feet” were taking her down paths that drained her energy. The sleepless nights working on projects no one had asked for, the networking lunches with people who exhausted her, the refusal to take vacations for fear of seeming “replaceable.” She began to make deliberate decisions: leaving the office on time, scheduling quality time with her family, saying “no” to commitments that did not align with her new values. She was, literally, ordering her steps.

At the end of the three months, Isabela was a changed woman. She had not found a magic solution, but a new set of disciplines. She returned to work, but not in the same way. She delegated more, trusted more, controlled less. Her team, which once feared her, began to admire her. Her productivity, paradoxically, increased.

One afternoon, a colleague, seeing her leaving on time, commented:

“You look different, Isa. Lighter. What’s the secret?”

Isabela smiled, a genuine smile she had not displayed in years.

“No secret,” she replied. “I just learned to guard the source. The rest is a consequence.”

She got into her car, no longer feeling the weight of the world, but the lightness of a heart that was being well-guarded. The fountains of life, once dry, began to flow again.

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This story is part of my book Everyday Wisdom

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Needing Help

There are many people needing help,

People who are going through great struggles.

Internal struggles that make one lose heart,

Conflicts that make one devalue themselves.

They are weak and cannot get up,

The difficulty comes, and they want to give up.

They want to accept everything that comes their way,

Promises to make things better come along each day.

They are weak, and they will accept anything, they sway.

At that moment, they can enter perdition,

At this stage come alcohol, drugs, and prostitution.

They surrender to a life of debauchery,

On this painful path, they will soon perish.

This is the time for the true Christian to come,

A word of life, the Christian will give to the lost one.

They will present a new life with God,

They will show a new world full of possibilities.

They will introduce the lost one to salvation’s opportunity.

The person needs to accept for the change to begin,

They need to throw themselves into Jesus’ loving arms.

With surrender to the Lord, their life will be transformed,

Where there was only sadness, joy will reign.

After the change, a new season of life will begin.

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

See the book:

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Obedience

Obedience is what the Lord always wants,

You being a true Christian is what He wants.

He wants a heart fair and true,

Obeying the Lord in everything you do.

 

To obey is not a thing that you can play,

It is a thing you always must seek the right way.

The ways of the Lord always command our life,

The will of the Lord, we cannot deny.

 

To obey God is not only tithing,

It is a different life that we must be showing,

Dedicating all your way to the Lord,

Being an example of truth and purity,

Being a different person in the community.

 

It is necessary to be a person that was modified,

Having your mundane life denied.

Your submission, you will show to God,

Always accepting the plan of the Lord,

Showing disposition in the heart.

 

There is no use to pretend obedience,

Like that, you will be living off appearance.

Under a mask, your life is hiding.

Only your false face you are giving.

 

Living with God is living with veracity,

Always showing loyalty.

Showing you are a person who is different,

A person who is zealous and obedient,

And not just another one who claims to be a believer.

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

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