O during Advent's wintry season, God gently
Whispers His profound secrets into our ears.
And If we listen closely to His wondrous words,
Our hearts will be as light and free as wild, blithe birds.
O fear not the raging winds of rampant change,
Nor the icy claws of grief and silent despair.
Fear not the ragged, infirm realms of old age.
We should live out our lives fully; without a care.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem