A Lesson from the Morning Star

The world is my school
I said like a fool
and I questioned Mrs. Moon.

Do we have to reflect sunlight too?
“not necessarily”
She replied.

Then I asked Professor Sky.
Is there a way to fly?
“There is…” He said,

“…but not the one you think!”
So what is the main Lesson?
I whispered to the Morning Star.

“There are only three things
you need to know
before entering my Realm.

How to live. How to give
and above all,
how to forgive.”

Those were the words I heard
at the break of Dawn,
a Lesson from the Morning Star.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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illustration: Morning Star (Nicholas Roerich, 1932)

Oubli / Oblivion

A vous qui m’avez fait du mal,
je dédie ces paroles.
Vous êtes Poussière, et je suis Vent.

Vous-ai je pardonné ? Je l’ignore.
Silencieux clair de lune,
merveilleuses étoiles.

De vous la Nuit n’a souvenir,
et moi déjà, j’oublie votre visage.
Telle est votre seconde tombe.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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To you who hurt me
I dedicate these words.
You are Dust, I am Wind.

Did I forgive you? I don’t know.
Silent moonlight,
amazing stars.

The Night does not remember you,
and I’m already forgetting your face.
That is your second grave.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

Cold Hearts

Snowdrops and budding barberry,
birds singing in the hedge,
memories under the ivy: even in Winter
there is some beauty in the cemetery.

I must say you were right:
no one can replace a mother.
Yet I never will lay flowers on your grave:
they can save those in Hell.

Why did you drag
her name through the mud?
I know you cry tears of blood.
I’m sorry.

Cold hearts beat slow
in February.
Maybe I’m just not ready.
I know I should,

but I do not forgive you.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

The Piggy Bank

When we reach the age of reason
every one of us is given
a piggy bank.

It is a treasure box, a porcelain Heart
destined to be broken
on our last Day.

I wish I could fill up mine
with jingling words like
caring and sharingspring and beginning

and not with coins of bitterness,
for Love is the true richness
the only wealth that really matters!

© Frédéric Georges Martin