In the clear morning, with rays that dance over a realm of magic
In the clear morning, with rays that dance over a realm of magic,
Easter arrives, with its gentle light, to drive away unnatural shadows.
May it penetrate the pores of the soul, to melt the cold, lifeless wax.
May it twinkle in the mind, like the first star at twilight in the celestial sky.
With its torch-like wing, may it decorate every shadowed nook,
May it encourage to dance the hearts encased, in cocoons of oblivion.
May it awaken within us the thread of love, too long neglected,
May we anoint with the balm of faith our wounds, and step into the sea of forgiveness.
Let us be like the sun in the sky, tearing down the cold frontiers of selfishness,
With warm hearts, let us plant around us the seeds of unquenchable goodness.
Let us gather in our fists the warmth and brightness of this holy day, in altruism,
Let us bathe in the splendor of creation and drink from it, the rekindled beauties.
Let us bless the laden tables and the open, welcoming arms,
Where our love unfolds in aromas of sweetbread and wine,
Let us give, eagerly, from embraces that carry transformative emotions,
And fill ourselves with the scattering of happiness that grows around us, thereby defining us as divine.
At this feast of light, under the blue dome adorned with promises,
Let every shining face be a love letter sent to the universe,
In a chorus that sings of life, of rebirth in love and resonant love,
We become hunters of divine sparks, gathering them in the soul, keepers of the ever-alive hope.
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Dan Enache
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