CAIO and THE ROAD LESS TRAVELED
—– Original Message —–
From: Fausto Castelo Branco
Sent: Wednesday, August 22, 2007 15:54
Subject: Caio and The Road Less Traveled
Brother Caio,
The closing of your reply to the kind letter from Maria Tereza [O SEU AMOR PARA COM TODOS NÓS ] led me to write the little poem below.
Affectionate hugs,
Fausto
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Caio and The Road Less Traveled
There he goes, on the same old road:
The road less traveled.
But what ever happened to his suit and tie?
Some say he is a freak
Well, yes, he may look a bit weird;
Beautifully weird, though.
A reddish cap is on his long hair.
He grew a rather long beard, now grayed by time.
But not even his foes can deny
That he has a certain something
That is literally out of this world.
There he goes, on the same old road.
He never stops sowing the seeds of grace
—the very same seeds his Master first sowed.
Funny, he never seems to weary
Although he is a man of sorrows
And acquainted with grief.
He lends his hand
To every brother and sister who calls on him
And leads them, with much love,
Into the path of grace
So they can eventually reach
Adulthood on the inside.
There he goes, on the same old road,
And, as they look into his eyes
And see the image of the Son of God,
Many are willing to go with him;
To listen to the Message of the Cross he never ceases to spread;
To love him as they are loved.
And as he journeys nonstop
He teaches nothing but the grace of God.
There he goes, on the same old road.
And he is never alone,
Even when nobody seems to be nearby;
Even when he is stuck into the
All by himself,
Fasting and praying and praising the Lord
For all the riches of His creation.
Matthew, Mark, Luke, John,
And a somewhat odd fellow called Paul
Keep him permanent company.
There he goes, on the same old road:
The road still less traveled;
The narrow road of broad grace,
Where he walks on
As a free man in Christ.
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Fausto, mano: Assim você me mata!
Obrigado pelo agasalho de amor, pela sombra de proteção, pela água de descanso, pela vereda verde da comunhão, pelo olhar que vê apenas o melhor, e despreza o pior; pela visão que não se ofusca com o que na vida é fusca; e, sobretudo, pela poesia de sincera amizade e esperança que você, em Cristo, derrama sobre mim.
Não tive nem mesmo coragem de traduzir ou de pedir a você que o fizesse, pois, o que lhe veio à alma, na forma como veio, não permite traduções, mas apenas interpretações de amor; e, essas, e esses, dessas, todos lêem o inglês da ternura humana em todas as línguas.
Na minha juventude antes de conhecer a Graça para mim, minha canção mais amada era a que segue:
The Long And
Lennon/McCartney
Lyrics:
The long and winding road
that leads to your door
will never disappear
I’ve seen that road before
It always leads me her
Lead me to you door
The wild and windy night
that the rain washed away
Has left a pool of tears
crying for the day
Why leave me standing here
let me know the way
Many times I’ve been alone
and many times I’ve cried
Any way you’ll never know
the many ways I’ve tried
But still they lead me back
to the long winding road
You left me standing here
a long long time ago
Don’t leave me waiting here
lead me to your door
But still they lead me back
to the long winding road
You left me standing here
a long long time ago
Don’t leave me waiting here
lead me to your door
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Para quem quiser ouvir e se emocionar, eis o link:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=COMsKPeWAsw
Hoje continuo a ter nela uma das poesias existenciais de minha alma-jornadeira. Entretanto, dela, me sobraram a Porta e a Estrada Longa. Mas já não posso dizer:
“You left me standing here
a long long time ago
Don’t leave me waiting here
lead me to your door”
Pois a Porta anda sobre mim, e o caminho é longo só quando não é Estreito; pois, o largo é longo, e o estreito é do tamanho de meus pés e passos.
Como disse a Silvia {Silvia & Cíntia] o caminho estreito e apenas “largo o suficiente para eu passar”.
Obrigado de coração!
Nele, em Quem nós somos e seremos sem medo de ser,
Caio
21/08/07
Manaus
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