This is my favourite easter poem

Pilinszky János:

ON THE THIRD DAY

And now the ashen skies begin to roar,

the trees of Ravensbrück are wakening.

And roots can sense the sun through every pore.

And winds resound. And so does everything.

Mean mercenaries murdered Him in vain,

His final heartbeat did not mark his exit,

for on the third day He did rise again.

Et tertia die resurrexit.

I have special experients at every Easter.

There are always the same traditional Easter flavours: horse radish, milk-loaf, boiled egg and ham; 

then the songs that we sing in the church all the four day: Pergolesi, Bach for the end of the Lent, and then the four hundred years old Hungarian church-songs, 

and the holy emptiness of the last three days, together or alone. 

The painting of the eggs, the smell of the perfume that the boys bring to sprinkle with a lame Easter poem on Easter Monday and in return to get some painted eggs or shot of pálinka or cake (we don't give them money, the aunties maybe :))

Once my cousins pulled me to the courtyard and poured a bucket of water on me, I loved that, for a chance, instead of the perfume, it seemed to me more original. 

And once my brother woke me up with an own funny Easter poem, and once my birthday was in Good Friday and I ate bread and water the whole day. I accepted death together with resurrection, and now I get to know how can you let yourself led by God.

Because Easter is basically not about eggs and bunny and waiting for the Spring. This year, I was quite alone at Easter, being with another family, not mine. And on Holy Saturday I felt so naked and defenceless in a world without the God, in a world where we killed the God. 

But every Easter is a chance to rise from our own deadly path. And I know and feel in every second in my life that we are not alone, the sun shines because God loves us, Christ has risen and our life has a meaning because He loves us. And that is enough to continue, to step forward even if it looks hard and sometimes scary. He is with me, because He had defeated death with love. That's it.