Saturday, September 22, 2018

Ruisseau de Vie...



Près de la lumière, nous croyons savoir vers où cette eau s’en va... 
Savons-nous où et sous quelle forme de vie elle finira?
Finira-t-elle jamais?

Et cette eau de vie le sait-elle...? 

Qui le sait vraiment?

Et, cette eau, le long de son cours et dans la mer ou dans un nuage, sait-elle à qui et comment elle va d’abord donner la vie pour ensuite l’abreuver?

Et nous, qu’en savons-nous?

Quand le ruisseau arrive à la mer, meurt-il? 

Quand il change de goût et que d’eau douce il devient eau salée, n’est-il plus la même eau de vie?

En s’évaporant, devient-il sel de la terre ou sel de la mer?

Et quand le ruisseau et la mer montent vers les cieux et qu’ils deviennent nuages sont-ils morts? 

La terre, le ruisseau, la mer ont-ils perdu ou gagné une nouvelle vie au cours de leurs courses?

Est-ce-que toutes ces transformations répétées sont nécessaires tout au long de la vie d’un cours d’eau, de la mer ou d’un nuage?

Malgré toutes les étapes d’apparente transmutation, y-a-t’il vraiment de la transsubstantiation éprouvée par l’eau du ruisseau, par l’eau de la mer et par l’eau du nuage?

Ou restent-elles la même eau, la même source indispensable à la vie?

Et nous... Est-ce-que toutes les transformations que nous vivons au cours de notre vie sont nécessaires?

Est-ce que ces transformations nous aident à abreuver continuellement notre vie et d’autres vies?

Merci mon Dieu, Vous qui savez tout, et qui savez répondre à tous les besoins de Votre création, de bien vouloir transformer nos vies pour notre bien ultime et le bien de nombreuses autres formes de vies voisines ou lointaines.

Merci mon Dieu pour l’eau de la vie et toutes les vies que, grâce à Vous, elle engendre et maintient.... Sur terre... Dans la mer et à travers les nuages...

A Votre Lumière, aidez et guidez-nous... Transformez-nous en un ruisseau d’eau de vie. 

Mon Dieu, faites de nous le sel de la terre... ou de la mer...

Mon Dieu, aidez-nous à refléter Votre image pour être en Vous, avec Vous et par Vous la lumière du monde.


Merci à notre Dieu à tous.

Sunday, September 16, 2018

Cimetière Saint Pierre - Mauritius



Cimetière de Saint Pierre - Mauritius.

Dear children, grand children & Descendants,

This is addressed to you wherever you may be presently and wherever you and your descendants may end up being in the future.

In the present, as I compare facts with the past, and prepare for the eternal future, please know that I am doing what my heart is most at peace doing in today’s world of transients.

If I were to live in the past I would be a ‘living dead’ person crying day and night. I would be mourning my losses, lives of dear ones and all else, deep through every evening of my daily deaths.

Instead, I thank God for giving me the strength to live in the present without being a present burden. I pray not be, in the future, a burden to ANYONE from the past
To help me be happy in the present, regardless, God surrounds my daily existence with lots of loving and most caring people who may be far, over the horizon that unites heaven and earth, but are yet so near!

God teaches me to be happy with all that He gives me as well as with all that He alone should deem best not to give me!

He teaches me and guides me how to share His peace and Love with open arms and hands, likewise, with close and distant  neighbors, wherever they are. God encourages me to do that through forgiveness, forgetfulness, compassion, action and example.

That is a newly found source of joy that should last me for eternity and hopefully help me squeeze my way through the final gates without an ounce of ‘hate’ towards anyone whomsoever in my heart.

In the meantime, I love to go and pray, over and over again over the tomb, of Francois Leclézio, who arrived in Mauritius over 200 years ago in 1792. I further pray that 200 years from now, at least one of my descendants, will remember me and will discover our tomb, with our name carved on marble, in our exclusive family village located in the St. Pierre Cemetery near Euréka, Moka.

That village in that cemetery is testimony that, at least in Mauritius, the Catholic faith traditions, that have inspired our family, have survived the test of the passing of time.

To increase the chance that, our long established family traditions further survive the passing of time, our descendants should consider themselves very lucky to have the opportunity to have one foot in America to stand in front of the memory of their maternal ancestor, lying under the plaque on the ground, at the Holyrood Cemetery, north of Seattle. May that plaque and that Cemetery endure the passing of time and enjoy the visits of family calling by often.

The family progeny will also have the dual opportunity to stand on the other foot in front of another one of our final home on earth, in Mauritius. That is in front of a rock solid basalt sepulcher that we have received from my father. The survival of those basalt sepulchers have been already tested for over 200 years.

Too bad that my father, Fernand, is now, by his choice, absent from the family village. He chose to have his lonesome ashes buried  somewhere in State College in the State of Pennsylvania where he never lived or laid in state. 
I could write a voluminous book on that subject.

Let it only be stated that my father, after having his sepulcher, « his last home on earth », as he called it, built, is now nowhere to be found lying around in that family tabernacle of the faith of our fore fathers, in the Saint Pierre Cemetery.

Yet, that tabernacle, is very heavily populated with the « final residences » of so many generations of Leclézio family members. That fact to this day has ensured the visit of local family members as well as family coming from all over the world.

While still on earth, I have deliberately chosen to play in the twin casinos of the life of both the living and the dead. One of the tables on which I place my bets is in the US and the other one is in Mauritius...

While playing at the game of life and death, while still alive, I have also realized the importance of «  Letting the dead take care of the dead. »in today’s transient world, years from now, the living may show up so seldom, if at all...

Therefore, the truly living should never be ‘living dead’ people. That way they will not be already, long dead while waiting for the day to die and and be whisked away from the gaming table.

Life, death, rebirth, eternal life is a gamble based on the choices we make. In His infinite Wisdom, God has created us free to CHOOSE...
Thus, anyone of you, children, grand children and descendants will have the opportunity to choose the tables at which they want to play the game of life under any form and designate their desired final resting place.

At 72, I have come to realize that, in the past, I have left my country for a long while. But the country where my umbilical chord was buried has never left me. Thus, I have always longed to return to live in the land which I was stupid to leave and to which I, thankfully, remained tied by my umbilical chord.

Upon my birth, to that land, my mother donated some of her warm blood while I watered it with my fresh first tears.
Upon my death, to that same land, I want to return that part of my mother’s blood that will have gone cold in me, plus my own. Let those present, if at any at all, at my funeral irrigate Mother Earth  with their warm tears of caring love or their cold casual and or careless tears.

My belief in our lasting ‘fathers faith’ and traditions is God’s guiding force that I faithfully cling to and enjoy now. 
May I prayerfully cherish the treasure of a lasting faith for eternity.


God bless u all. Love u all.


Saturday, September 15, 2018

Maragon Cemetery Rodrigues


Slaves in life were buried under those stones
They left behind on Rodrigues soil, their bones
To their loud cries for freedom, God was not deaf
Now, in God’s kingdom, they are free after death.
Their soul sailed through those palm leaves.
To land in the palm of God’s hand, and live.

Thursday, September 06, 2018

Les 7 dons de l’Esprit Saint


Les 7 dons de l’Esprit Saint

Pour ne pas piétiner
Sur la Piété 
Il faut faire de la Fortitude
Une bonne habitude.
Dans l’Amour de Dieu
On découvre le Saint Esprit
Qui nous vient sans prix.
Son Conseil
N’a pas son pareil.
Cela est bon à Savoir.
Il nous montre que d’être
Vaut mieux que d’avoir.
Avec Lui oublions le paraitre.
Seul l’Amour du Seigneu
Est source de Sagesse
Il nous faut le Comprendre,
C’est la seule valeur à prendre
Sans s’en lasser,
Sans en rien laisser
Dans ces 7 dons 
Se trouve la source 
D’un esprit sain,
La source du pardon
Qui enfante l’amour.
Merci mon Dieu pour ces 7 dons
Dans notre vie 24/7 et 7/7.


Sunday, September 02, 2018

Oubli Mais N’Oubli Pas


La Mort du Talipot (100 ans)

Oubli Mais N’Oubli Pas

J’oubli tout...
J’oubli de qui je suis
J’oubli que je suis né
J’oubli qui j’ai été 
J’oubli qui je suis
J’oubli le passé 
J’oubli si je suis dans le présent 
J’oubli si je serais dans le futur
J’oubli où je suis
Suis-je dans le passé, le présent ou le futur?
Je ne suis pas sur.
J’oubli le temps... Tout le temps
J’oubli l’été, l’automne, l’hiver et le printemps.
J’ai tout pardonné 
J’ai tout donné 
J’ai enfin
Le droit de tout oublier.
Cependant avan ma fin
Merci Mon Dieu
De ne pas m’oublier.
Quand Vous reprendrais
Votre/mon tablier.
Par Vous la vie m’a habité 
Par Vous, la vie m’a habillé 
Par Vous j’ai été abrité
Par Vous j’ai été nourri et abreuvé 
Cela Vous me l’avait souvent prouvé.
C’est, donc à Vous que je dois tout
Là où j’ai été... Partout...
C’est cela seulement
Que je n’ai pas le droit d’oublier.