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

~

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

~

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

 

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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

~

l’Arbre d’Or © 2017 – F.G.M.

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 sky is art paper
a soul is a hand
and words are drawings

God is a watercolorist
you are a Night rainbow
I am a paintbrush mark

Poetry can define
everything
and everyone

but nothing
or no one will ever
define Poetry

© Frédéric Georges Martin

He does not go to church.
He has no religion,
but he works in a school
and uses books and pencils.

He sits beside the children of God
then looks deep in their eyes.
They write the words he reads,
he reads the words they write,

and the smile on his face
enlightens their heart,
and the smile in their heart
enlightens his soul,

and I do not doubt
that God the Father
will answer
the Teacher’s Prayer.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

There’s a Spring in You.
There’s a Spring in Me.
A Spring within Us.

It cannot go dry.
It does not freeze
in the wintertime.

The Heart will cease to beat.
The Breath will be returned.
The Face will disappear.

But the Spring will not,
for It is a Sunrise
in the deep of the Night,

Life and more than life,
Light and more than light,
Love and more than love.

There’s a Spring.
The Spring,
within each of us.

© Frédéric Georges Martin