Without Words

Never ask a Father
What is your name?
Never ask a Mother
Where are you from?

Write them a poem
about Spring and Peace:
Winters are harsh enough,
a war is never right.

Do not ask their Child
Who are you?
Give Kindness a Home
for God dwells in his heart

and speaks without words.
– I thank you.
– I love you.
– I bless you.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

Je suis un rêve / I am a Dream

Merveilleuse lumière qui traverse
la Nuit, qui transperce le Temps.

Etoiles, je vous aimais,
Amour, je te croyais.

Mais je suis un rêve
et vous aussi.

Je pleure – ce n’est rien.
Si je cesse de rêver, je meurs.

Rêve. Pénombre. Clarté. Dieu,
et tout redevient vrai.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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The Light has come out of the Night
and breaks through the mist of Time.

Stars, I loved you.
Love, I believed in you.

But I am a Dream and so are you.
I’m crying. That’s nothing.

If I cease to dream, I’ll cease to live.
Dream. Darkness. Brightness. God,

and eveything comes
true.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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illustration: Joseph’s Dream (Mikalojus Konstantinas Ciurlionis, 1907)

 

The King

Once You were a seed
now You are a King.

You reign over all seasons
You see beyond all horizons.

You make the deaf hear
You give sight to the blind,

but those who refuse to be
little leaves falling softly down

will never see Your crown
will never reach Your realm.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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l’Arbre d’Or © 2017 – F.G.M.