Easter

Hristus resurecsit a mortu is,
The angel is singing, no bravo or biss,
Light through the dark in a crowed church,
Candles are crying for us, black sharp torch
On the licking old roof covers with glitter,
The current is shining with tears ,it`s bitter,
Grateful wise smile from the sinful cut heart,
Without considering deeds, beeing smart
Is a priveledge given from Heaven for free,
Jump ,speeding start feels like sting from spring bee.

Confusion gone, transquilent breeze,
Waves`re calm transparent undernis
The neck, warm tender feeling is whispering,
My hands are chilling.What is it, the sign of God,
Forgivness?No , it`s too hot.
Where is it coming from,
The current strong as metal chrom?
It`s shining right inside my heart,
Healing marks from cruel dart,
It`s writing verse insted of me and singing:
Love you, dear,Gee!