A White Christmas (Free Verse Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

(in answer to André Letoit)

I did wonder how a white Christmas
with candles, trees and icy chilliness would be,
in a country where everything is white and pure
without any murder, plundering and fear,
saw the light streaming through the lead glass windows
where angels came to fetch the Sheppard's for the Child,
in the cathedral of Notre Dame in Chartres
did again remember the Godly story,
the towers and images were magnificent
but I was almost ill with longing,
where I were so far from my country where the sun does always shine,
when I did realize that every place has got its own problems
where my people and I are oppressed for the will of blacks
but also that nothing can stop the love of God.

[Reference:"gebed vir my pleegmoeder" (prayer for my foster-mother)by André Letoit.]

© Gert Strydom