At Easter (Free Verse Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

(in answer to Olga Kirsch)

Paint with the own blood of Jesus Christ
the portals of the human heart red,
where He destroys the works of Satan,
where He does indemnify us from sin.
When the fierce battle in life does rage,
let us with Easter invite Him in again,
open every portal just for Him,
even if we do not suspect His coming or Him being near,
as the yeast-free bread reminds us of Him,
the sparkling wine of His severe suffering and pain,
where He as a human being stood in our place,
where He did come as the saviour of man,
where our despair and our travails in and trough Him do disappear,
where Jesus are forever victorious against injustice and the enemy.

[Reference: "‘n Paassang" (Easter song)by Olga Kirsch.]

© Gert Strydom