Non plus parce qu\u2019il vit d\u2019angoisse et de souffrance,
\nMais parce qu\u2019\u00e0 chaque heure il cr\u00e9e une esp\u00e9rance,
\n\ufeffL\u2019\u00e2pre univers est plein de foi.<\/p>\n
\ufeffIl n\u2019importe que sous les toits
\n\ufeffDans les demeures,
\n\ufeffQuand le jour na\u00eet ou qu\u2019il d\u00e9cro\u00eet,
\n\ufeffLes pri\u00e8res au Christ en croix
\n\ufeffSe meurent.<\/p>\n
Efforts multipli\u00e9s en tous les lieux du monde,
\nC\u2019est vous qui rec\u00e9lez les croyances profondes :
\n\ufeffQui risque et qui travaille croit ;
\n\ufeffQui cherche et qui invente croit encore ;
\n\ufeffLes lumi\u00e8res de chaque aurore
\nRessuscitent, fatalement, au fond des c\u0153urs,
\n\ufeffLa confiance en leur ardeur.<\/p>\n
D\u00e9sormais c\u2019est l\u2019orgueil qui s\u2019attaque au myst\u00e8re
\nQue toujours nous propose et nous cache la terre,
\nOrgueil jeune et joyeux qui se mue en ferveur
\nPour ne jamais se rebuter devant l\u2019obstacle
\nEt soi-m\u00eame cr\u00e9er le quotidien miracle
\n\ufeffDont a besoin l\u2019esprit humain.<\/p>\n
\u00d4 croyance en mon front, en mes yeux, en mes mains,
\nCroyance en mon cerveau que la recherche enivre,
\nCroyance en tout mon \u00eatre ardent, vibrant, dard\u00e9,
\nComme vous me faites plus s\u00fbr et d\u00e9cid\u00e9
\nDans le danger et la gloire que j\u2019ai
\n\ufeffDe vivre.<\/p>\n
\ufeffDepuis que je me sens
\n\ufeffN\u2019\u00eatre qu\u2019un merveilleux fragment
\nDu monde en proie aux g\u00e9antes m\u00e9tamorphoses,
\nLe bois, le mont, le sol, le vent, l\u2019air et le ciel
\n\ufeffMe deviennent plus fraternels
\nEt je m\u2019aime moi-m\u00eame en la splendeur des choses.<\/p>\n
Je m\u2019aime et je m\u2019admire en tel geste vermeil
\n\ufeffJe Que fait un homme \u00e0 moi pareil
\n\ufeffEn son passage sur la terre.
\n\ufeffTout comme lui, je suis dot\u00e9
\n\ufeffDe g\u00e9nie et de volont\u00e9,
\n\ufeffEt ce qu\u2019il fait, je le puis faire.<\/p>\n
Avec mes deux poumons, je respire l\u2019exploit
\nQue m\u2019apporte le vent de tous les points du monde.
\nEst mien tout penser clair, utile, all\u00e8gre et droit
\nDont j\u2019ai senti l\u2019audace en mon \u00e2me profonde.<\/p>\n
\ufeffAinsi
\n\ufeffJe communie
\n\ufeffAvec toute la vie
\n\ufeffEt des choses et des \u00eatres.
\nJe me prodigue en tout, comme tout me p\u00e9n\u00e8tre.
\n\ufeffVice, vertu, m\u00e9rite ou faute,
\nTout mon orgueil s\u2019exerce \u00e0 bellement souffrir
\nEt, quand il le faudra, \u00e0 fi\u00e8rement mourir,
\nPour n\u2019abaisser jamais ma force intense et haute.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"parent":0,"template":"","meta":{"inline_featured_image":false,"site-sidebar-layout":"default","site-content-layout":"","ast-site-content-layout":"default","site-content-style":"default","site-sidebar-style":"default","ast-global-header-display":"","ast-banner-title-visibility":"","ast-main-header-display":"","ast-hfb-above-header-display":"","ast-hfb-below-header-display":"","ast-hfb-mobile-header-display":"","site-post-title":"","ast-breadcrumbs-content":"","ast-featured-img":"","footer-sml-layout":"","ast-disable-related-posts":"","theme-transparent-header-meta":"default","adv-header-id-meta":"","stick-header-meta":"default","header-above-stick-meta":"","header-main-stick-meta":"","header-below-stick-meta":"","astra-migrate-meta-layouts":"set","ast-page-background-enabled":"default","ast-page-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}},"ast-content-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}}},"annee":[527],"poems-book":[700],"poemes-theme":[144],"poete":[654],"class_list":["post-15635","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-527","poems-book-les-flammes-hautes","poemes-theme-vanite","poete-emile-verhaeren"],"yoast_head":"\n