White

It's white snow,
It's white light,
It's the White Face.
This is Light of Fire,
Light of my soul.
This is God's Light.
I am standing,
You are standing,
We are standing:
Someone with Fire,
Someone with a sword.
He sees everything
And nothing is hidden from His sight.

New day

There are many snow  in the field.
It's white, too white.
My horse trots across the field
And her shadow vanishes in light.
The clatter sounds in infinity space.
The bells prophesies to me.
New day brings the God's grace
And peace descends on me.