Destin

Déterminant du lendemain,

Voici dans ta main, le Copyright

de ton art: les hommes

Prédestinés à vivre sous soleil et étoiles

La puissance pour retenir la vie

échappe aux doigts comme du liquide;

Équivoque semble la tâche donnée à chacun -

D'incontrôlables variantes entourent

Possibilité et probabilité 

Sous modaux et conditionnels 

Accentuent l'incapacité des humains

Concernant le future

Des abstraits inexpliqués appelés théories,

Irrévocables brouillons déjà marqués;

Rien qu'à y penser,

La présence d'une force invisible envahie

Destiny

Determiner of the hereafter,

Behold on your hand; the Copyright

of your art: the People

Predestined to live under Stars and Sun

The power to retain life

Slips through fingers like liquid

Equivocal seems the task allocated to each -

Uncontrollable variables surround

Possibility and probability 

Under modals and conditionals

Highlight the incapacity of humans -

Unable they are to see tomorrow 

Unexplainable abstracts called theories,

Irrevocable drafts already labelled,

To think of it all,

The presence of an invisible Might overwhelms.

Habitude

La fleur du soleil, j'ai observée

Chaque jour sans bouger de cet angle

En moi, j'ai conçu une habitude;

En lui, je ne trouve plus de beauté

La cadence des vagues sur la mer

Remplissais l'âme d'une présence

Chaque matin debout sur le rivage,

Ils ne m'inspire plus

Je prenais grand plaisir à Parler

Il y avait partout un candidat pour entendre

L'intrigue même a été donnée,

Il n'y a plus d'originalité à cela

Un desir continue pour l'aventure 

Brule dans les fils des hommes

Le 'nouveau' trouvé est, le meilleur

Bientôt, quelque chose d'autre remplace

Habit

The flower of the Sun, I observed

Everyday unmoved, from this angle

In me, I conceived a Habit;

In it, I can find no more beauty 

The cadence of waves on the sea 

Filled the soul with a presence -

Every morning standing by the shore,

They inspire me no more 

In talking was found great delight;

Everywhere was a candidate to listen 

Even the plot was given away,

To it there is no more originality 

A continuous desire for adventure 

Burns in the sons of men

The 'new' found today is the best

Soon, something else replaces

Le défit

L'obscurité s'abattrait très profondément,
Et pourtant mes enfants marcheront dans la lumière.
Les yeux de tous se tourneraient vers le matériel,
Et pourtant les miens ne seront point avide.
Les batailles seraient si mortelles,
Et pourtant les appelés gagneront la guerre;

Dans Son Omniscience Il savait 
Que l'ennemi serait plus cruel au temps de la fin -
Alors que, un à un, des joueurs furent envoyés dans le champ,
Les meilleurs furent réservés pour le match final

Quand il en avait l'occasion, Satan frappa d'une mort physique ceux qui donnaient la force à son adversaire -
Avançant avec la modernisation, 
Il a adopté une tactique plus maligne;
Une mort spirituelle frappe les hommes,

Le royaume de ce monde est sous
La domination de l'ennemi - 
Le match se déroule dans son terrain;
Ainsi, chaque but marqué par le pèlerin vaut le double - 
Même si le combat semble violent, 
Il y aura un faible reste 

De Nazareth ne pouvait sortir rien de bon
Mais de là vint Le Messie
Peu importe la séduction combien imminente, 
Il y en aura qui ne se courberont point devant des dieux étrangers -
Christ aura Cette Épouse sans tâche, ni ride, ni rien de semblable

Que nous y fassions partie ou non,
Il y en aura qui garderont la Parole de leur temps,
Ceux-là marcheront dans La Lumière 
Malgré l'influence immense des ténèbres.
Le Très-Haut a lancé un défit, et il en sera ainsi.

Facets

Man is not a well-rehearsed drama
But man is a never-retiring actor;
Like a chameleon he changes - 
Two snapshots of him at different time and place portray two distinctly unrecognisable personalities 


He often allows neighbours to see only what they'd like to see - he is prepared to deceive to secure his deeds
A master of pretention, his cries are like the ones of an actor on stage - 
His tears are tears of a crocodile inside the ocean 

When among northerners, man adapts to their customs
Born in a French home, man speaks French -
Many uncontrollable factors from birth to death shape his actions and reactions - 
Man is but a social construction 

But in him has been placed a conscience -
This, he cannot confuse 
Neither can he hide his true being when facing his Creator;
He sees through his soul as if looking through a transparent glass
All humanity man can fool,
But himself and his Masters he will never be able to lie to;
Man knows where he stands, and who he is, always

His Friendship

Just when the sun is rising, He brings me a letter,

He carries the smell of the dew on a fresh plant; days of lamentations are over.

Over the earth and the sea, His power reigns

Every day on me, His blessings rain

He is a Friend whose loyalty I am sure of.

Sweet mornings, 

When one by one the birds join their voices to my prayer,

Together we look up to Him; His face is always shining;

For the entire creation, He is a faithful provider

The song I write to Him has endless lyrics,

His grace is a continuous intercessor;

At every second as He comes to visit,

It advocates I have overcome many barriers 

Peaceful nights, forever peaceful, strengthen our intimacy;

In the secret as mankind has fallen into a deep sleep,

We communicate as one - He reassures me of my safety;

Revealing the plan of tomorrow - I know my ambitions I will reach 

Talking to Him is an experience, I know -

He is invisible to the Human eye; but in everything I can see Him

Inside my soul, like a river, His love flows -

His peace feels like the melodies of a stream

Day by day, everyday through faith, He leads 

When the wind blows too strong on my face, when the road is foggy,

He is the Light that shines on my feet, 

He is this ever-flowing fountain of mercy, pardon, love and compassion;

And just when the sun is setting, He brings me His friendship.