Lettre au Marchand de Sable / Letter to the Sandman

Cher Marchand de Sable,

puisque je dois mourir,
je peux bien tout vous dire.
J’étais l’enfant de la mer,
roi de royaumes immenses.
Mais le vent a tourné
et mon coeur
tel un bateau de cristal
en mille éclats
sur le récif s’est brisé.
Mon rêve est une île trop lointaine,
je ne vois plus l’étoile du Berger.
Ce soir Dieu m’abandonne,
alors, sans aucun regret,

mon âme, je vous la donne.

~

Dear Mr Sandman

because I have to die
I can tell you everything.
I was the Child of the Sea,
the King of infinite realms.
But winds were harsh
and unforgiving. The tide turned,
and like a crystal boat
running aground the reef
my heart shattered
into a million pieces.
My dream is an island too far,
I lost sight of my lucky star.
Tonight God has forsaken me
and without any regrets

I give you my soul.

True

Because I’d lost hope
I cried myself to sleep,
but I saw stars shining
through my tears.

I felt Someone’s hand
on my shoulder.
I heard a voice
from Elsewhere.

Give all your dreams back
to the Child in you.
He will make each of them
come true.

My Church

My church has no wall
my church has no roof,
birds of freedom fly through,
so many stars shine inside,

my church has neither doors
nor stained glass windows,
it is the Lifeblood of Spring,
the golden paintings of Fall.

As simple as a mountain flower,
as strong as a mother,
my church is wider than the sky,
and higher than cathedrals,

for it is the Good in everyone,
the never-ending breath of Life,
the Faith in Love,
my church is Love itself.

When the Blackbirds are back

When the blackbirds are back,
when the rain makes them sing again,
the shy masters of the garden
will tell us about little things

like the green lined joy of snowdrops,
the ruby beauty of cherry trees,
spider webs glistening with dew
or the Second Spring revealed anew,

and if we stay quiet long enough
we may hear a few more words of Hope
there is never one Sunrise the same
and the best is always yet to come.