jolie journée d’été
ciel étoilé
petites flammes
âmes qui dansent

espoirs déçus
leçons reçues
larmes de joie
lames de fond

le rivage et la mer
la vie, le ciel
tant de lumière
beaucoup nous est donné

mais le temps est compté
alors vraiment
il faut se souvenir
se souvenir d’aimer

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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