Notre Infini / Our Infinite

Est-ce lumière du soir ?
Ou lumière du matin ?
Et cette voix silencieuse,
un signe, un guide, un ange?

Océan, je m’interroge.
Etoiles, je m’émerveille.
Lumière.
Ainsi naquit le monde.

Il n’y a ni temps ni espace.
Vraie Vie, pure Grâce,
et mon coeur s’emplit de joie :
l’amour est tout, il est

notre infini.

~

Sunset, sunrise.
Which light does it resemble?
And what about this silent voice.
Is it a sign, a guide, an angel?

Ocean, I’m wondering.
Stars, you enthrall me.
Light.
And thus was born the world.

There is neither time nor space,
true Life, pure Grace,
I’m full of the joys of Spring,
love sustains everything :

it is our Infinite.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

Nevermore

Does the sparrow see
the ghost of the cat
that’s looking out
the little round window?

Follow me
a silver-lined cloud had said
to the heavy-hearted boy,
I’ll show you a double Rainbow.

But unwinged birds
like Sorrow and Woe
cannot fly away
and “nevermore” is

the saddest word I know.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

Seaside To-Do List

  1. get off the beaten track
  2. tiptoe along the basalt cliff
  3. talk to the seagulls, listen to the waves
  4. breathe deep the beauty of words like azure
  5. play in the salty wind (and laugh if people laugh at you)
  6. watch the sunset (without forgetting anything)
  7. never lose hope of seeing the green ray
  8. don’t try counting stars, mimic the Moon
  9. watch the Night (she never keeps Secrets for long)
  10. stay a child, and build many sand castles
  11. walk barefoot on the beach
  12. become either the dawn or mute poetry
  13. then and only then ask the Ocean

“how old is my soul?”

© Frédéric Georges Martin

Summer Solstice

Quiet evening under the rain.
Promise of brighter mornings.
It won’t be long before swifts
fly in the sky again.

The garden is teaching
and I am learning
in the arms of Summer
three lessons in lightness.

Silent stars. Silent truth. Silent God.
The longest Day always gives more
than the shortest Night received.

Summer Soltice.
This is the same way Love extends
through Time and over all the world.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

One

Dancers of Midnight
at the break of Dawn,
little fireflies lost
in the magic of shadow theaters,

why do we not watch
the sky?
It is the place where
we were born.

We are not prisoners of the Maze.
Justice glows in the dark,
and when love falls in Love
the two Worlds become

One.

© Frédéric Georges Martin