A Poem for All Souls Day - 02 November 2025

Surreptitiously, the gentle rain of tears that falls

Upon my soul eases a sentient pain

Which has no earthly gain

And clears the clot that was my brain

Until the day before my yesteryear.

Artful Intelligence with its gentle persuasion

And mimicry

Opens for me an equation of

Faithful hope and chastity of spirit

To solve that infinite mystery of trinity.

For all saints – and sinners too- who are now at rest

Today we expect the very best of heaven to be sent with

Joy to toy our sensitivity and release those tears

That fall as rain upon our souls.

by Roberto Cavaleiro - Tomar 27 October 2025