If you are blind
you will see,
if you are deaf
you will hear.

Whenever you want
whoever you are
you can enter
the Cathedral,

for every Dawn marks
the Soul’s birthday.
We are welcome
and loved

anyway.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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

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

I’m proud to be an American!
I’m proud to be a Venezuelan!
Vive la France! Long Live Kazakhstan!
Britain first! God save Tuvalu!

Deutschland über alles!

I’m a licensed Lutheran!
I’m a Zaidi! I’m a Zoroastrian!
Mahayana is the only path!
And you are a misbeliever!

Mon Dieu!

There’re all looking through
the wrong end of the telescope!
There is only one religion,
and only one nation:

Love and the Earth!

© Frédéric Georges Martin

My church has no wall
my church has no roof,
birds of freedom fly through,
so many stars shine inside,

my church has neither doors
nor stained glass windows,
it is the Lifeblood of Spring,
the golden paintings of Fall.

As simple as a mountain flower,
as strong as a mother,
my church is wider than the sky,
and higher than cathedrals,

for it is the Good in everyone,
the never-ending breath of Life,
and Faith in Love,
my church is Love itself.

© Frédéric Georges Martin