CANTINHO DA POESIA

POEMAS DO MEU LIVRO UM POUCO DE CADA MOMENTO

                                        POESIA

                            Antes eu escrevia versos

                            No papel.                                                                                    

                            Hoje faço poesia                                                                   

                            Na vida.

                                                                                                                         

                           Poesia são nossos gestos,                                               

                           Nossas palavras,                                                                    

                           Nosso modo de ser,

                           Sentir,

                           Ouvir,

                           Dizer.

                          Fazer poesia                                                               

                          É simplesmente viver.                                        

                                               Kleber Lago

                                                                                                             MINHA LUZ

                                                                                

                                                                        Diante de mim a esplendorosa luz

                                                                        Sempre surge de forma repentina.

                                                                        Uma luz de brancura alabastrina,

                                                                        Cujo brilho não fere os olhos nus.

                                                                        Ela me anima, inspira e em mim produz

                                                                        A sensação de paz quase divina.

                                                                        Chego a ver nessa luz que me fascina

                                                                        Um sinal da presença de Jesus.

                                                                        Navego, às vezes, pelo mar da dor

                                                                        E me perco no meio da procela,

                                                                        Pensando que não vou achar saída.

                                                                        Minha luz aparece! Em seu fulgor,

                                                                        O caminho de volta me revela,

                                                                        E eu reconduzo ao porto a nau perdida.

                                                                                                                                Kleber Lago