You were ready to walk
through the Night with me
but you died on a Winter day
and left me Spring as a legacy.

Flowers and words in blue,
words and flowers from you:
now what is yours is mine
and what is mine is yours.

Love is not missing.
Thank you for
the Blessing.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

Heart Intelligence

His name is Haroon.

He’s a fatherless orphan.
He walks with a limp.
His eyes get shiny
when he reads Rumi.

No one stood up for him
when he was mocked.
He’s left-handed!
his mother still bemoans!

One could be tempted to say
Fate is a cruel mistress.
But he was given a Gift.
The Blessing of blessings.

His strength.
His smile.
Beauty and invincibility.
The Light in darkness.

Heart Intelligence.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

The Beauty of Light


In a world like this twin shadows
were waiting for Death to come.

At daybreak they kneeled under a tree
then tried to whisper a prayer.

The blue Dawn took pity on them
and turned the curse into a blessing.

The sun rose and the two lovers
left no trace after they saw

the Beauty of Light.

© Frédéric Georges Martin


illustration: Dawn in the Hills
Robert Julian Onderdonk (1918)