On the day our eyes open to the prism of the sun;
On that day, winter solitude would be gone;
The avalanche of differences melts into nothingness;
Through the same breath, through the same soul;
We would live again as one, no matter who we are;
No matter the colour of our skin, gay or straight,
rich, or poor, innocent or once found guilty.
No matter if we are lawyers, prisoners, doctors or peasants;
No matter our political beliefs, nor our different religions;
A Catholic, a Muslim, a Buddhist , a Hindu or a Jew.
On that day, we would all wear identical dresses;
We would all be the significant other, because He has died,
and He has died for all. Jesus died for Peter, John and Judah,
for Lazarus and Maria, Magdalene, Jesus died for me,
He has died for you, for him, for her and even for them.
He gave up till the last drop of blood and painful cry,
for each and every name engraved upon our Father’s palm.
He was born to die,but it’s not his death that we celebrate,
We celebrate His life, because we believe in life
We celebrate His forgivness, because we experienced
the beauty of forgiveness, the happiness, the return of blissful joy.
and we celebrate the ever present love;
Because it is the gift of love that He bestowed on us.
Jesus was born to die, but He was born to rise
Upon death He has risen, through His death we survived;
Because of Him, in the darkness, in the labyrinth of our night;
There will always,always be the little flicker of a candle,
that fills our hearts with hope, and warming light.