An Easter meditation

There´s a grave, and there´s a dead man in the grave. This is the Good Friday, and today there is no resurrection. We rolled the stone on him together. It was heavy, and when it was done, we went home in silence, each on our own to our own home and family. The light of my life – is now darkness. The word of my life – is utter silence.

I´ve said to others: Trust in this man, for he have never failed me. Look at me, what am I without him? Everything I have, I have in him. And now it´s all gone. I am reduced to nothing, I´ve followed a dream, I´ve waken up, and I´m dead.

It is true I needed him, for there´s a hole and an absence where my heart should be, and was until he left us. It is true I needed him, for he was not done with me yet, and there is no one that can do what he did for me, and yet he didn´t finish it and I blame him. You´re not done, finish it and be gone, if it be your will, but finish it.

Every little darkness and each ray of sunshine which has passed through my life, I´ve told him about it. And now it is as the dead talking to the dead, and I´d rather be silent. Some don´t see it that way, they don´t mind talking to the dead, because the dead don´t talk back. They are indeed the most pitiable of creatures. Let the dead bury the dead, your time will come.

We stood a while before the stone. We said nothing, we sang nothing, we didn´t even pray. To whom? Go home, there´s nothing to see here. There´s a grave, and there´s a dead man in the grave. And yet his death – gives me life. This is the Good Friday, and today, today there is no resurrection.