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

Between Chatou and Croissy

Renoir - The Seine at Asnières

I was walking along the Seine
between Chatou and Croissy
admiring upright hollyhocks
as proud as poor,

sunlight dancing on water,
trees by the riverside,
and pretty houses
with closed shutters,

when suddenly
and so mysteriously
I ran into Renoir’s ghost
and saw the Light again.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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illustration : The Seine at Asnières, Renoir (1879)

Entre Chatou et Croissy

La Seine à Chatou (Renoir)

J’ai marché le long de la Seine
entre Chatou et Croissy
là où des peintres avec mélancolie
allaient pour oublier leur peine.

J’ai vu des roses trémières
qui se dressaient,
pauvres mais fières,
des reflets qui dansaient,

des arbres au bord de l’eau,
et de jolies maisons
aux volets à demi clos.
Et soudain, sans raison,

tristesse est devenue
confiance,
comme une évidence,
l’Espoir m’est revenu.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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illustration : The Seine at Chatou, Renoir (1881)