In the deep glass of the night, blood dripped,
like a pomegranate that cracked from too much love,
and the sky, a bowed pilgrim,
spread a veil of clouds to hide Your pain.
The whisper of olive leaves is not a lament,
It is a prayer that is clothed in the dew of dawn.
Every wound of yours, a red poppy in the plain of oblivion,
that awakens sleeping souls
with the scent of an eternal spring.
Where the star of the East loses its light before You,
You weave forgiveness with threads of sunshine.
Your body, a white lily in the wind,
it bends but does not break,
because it holds the entire weight of the world in its roots.
And when the stone rolls to the side,
It won't be the marble that will speak,
but the light that will pour out like a melody
to dress the trees, the birds and our hearts.
Because Your Crucifixion was not the end of the song,
but the first note of a symphony
that will never be silent.
I wish you a Happy Easter, with health, love and light in the hearts of all of us!!
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