To escape the bite of frost at night
People slide their torso
into tightly made up beds
They wrap themselves
in several folds of wool
Form into cocoons
and lie down,
hibernating
To emerge,
like butterflies in spring !

If God in all
His majesty
has a divine
plan for me,
is it veiled
or is it bold
to be kept
or to be told,
rather I would
surely find
this consequence
of love divine,
knowing it has
been decreed
God's love will not
abandon me.