© Frédéric Georges Martin

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Merry Christmas – Joyeux Noël

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I walked along a river
but it did not lead me to the sea.

I looked up to the sky
but I did not see any stars.

I even said a prayer
but God did not answer.

Finally I gave up beeing a seeker,
I gave a child my time

and the child gave me
a smile

and made me
a finder.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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)

Quiet evening under the rain.
Promise of brighter mornings.
It won’t be long before swifts
fly in the sky again.

The garden is teaching
and I am learning
in the arms of Summer
three lessons in lightness.

Silent stars. Silent truth. Silent God.
The longest Day always gives more
than the shortest Night received.

Summer Soltice.
This is the same way Love extends
through Time and over all the world.

© Frédéric Georges Martin