Monet, Sea Study

Je suis venu te voir
sans bien savoir
ni ce que tu es
ni quoi te demander,

la lune
le rayon d’une étoile
les mots d’une chanson
l’inspiration,

la mer
les couleurs qu’elle invente,
nuages oranges
passage d’un ange,

et je suis reparti,
un peu fou, un peu ivre,
le cœur immense
et rempli de silences.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

illustration : Sea Study, Monet (1881)

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Gavarnie

clouds
float in the sky
the sun warms the vertiginous peak
obsidian cliffs shine in the blinding light of hidden stars
and the cascade roars with laughter as it rushes down
to the one billion-years chasm
and the Soul shudders
when God says

I
made
all this
for
you

© Frédéric Georges Martin

~

Cirque de Garvarnie (France) © 2016 – F.G.M.

If you show me
how to walk at night
in the light of myriad stars
I know I will find the path.

If you give me a sign
I most certainly will see your face
through the bright dust of constellations
and your hand will guide me.

If I look far enough
when you speak so clearly
the silent language of Midnight skies
I think I will be able to understand,

and if you whisper in my ear
golden words to tell me about
the glowing Breath of God,
I will not fear death anymore.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

Dancing chickadees
in fragrant linden trees know
the Wind had a sister called
Snow.

Those children of Winter
were often questioning themselves
what they would become
on the first days of Spring.

November was gloomy!
December was so cold!
And they were so worried,
poor, poor children of Winter!

But their Father Sky told them
“On the first day of Spring
You’ll become a ray of Sunlight, 
fresh water, and thus lilacs will bloom…”

That is why little chickadees
dance so gracefully.
In the gardens of God
Death,

Death does not exist.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

L’oeillet, son parfum,
le bleuet, sa couleur,
jour éphémère,
Nuit éternelle.

Mystère du temps,
hasard qui n’en n’est pas,
ombre aimée de la lumière
lumière aimée de l’ombre.

Bonne étoile
et berger,
mère et père
à la fois.

Le sens,
la force qui manque,
l’espoir qui revient,
la Vie, la Lumière, l’Amour.

© Frédéric Georges Martin