Written in Stone

Tomorrow and the day after
you won’t be alone:
it’s written in stone,
just written in stone.

Won’t you be
risen from the dead?
Didn’t He lead you
beside peaceful streams?

Your eyes get teary,
your soul is weary,
but Love warms your heart
and now you feel stronger.

Not alone,
never alone:
it’s written in stone,
just written in stone.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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Small Feather in the Wind

You left

like a small feather in the wind,
white feather in the wind
twirling and dancing
small feather in the wind.

You rose up in the sky then disappeared.
But who could ever doubt
a mother’s heart,
a small feather in the wind?

And now you are the light of stars,
a sonata of silent love,
the sweet reason
I never feel

alone.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

Golden Words

If you show me
how to walk at night
in the light of myriad stars
I know I will find the path.

If you give me a sign
I most certainly will see your face
through the bright dust of constellations
and your hand will guide me.

If I look far enough
when you speak so clearly
the silent language of Midnight skies
I think I will be able to understand,

and if you whisper in my ear
golden words to tell me about
the glowing Breath of God,
I will not fear death anymore.

© Frédéric Georges Martin