For the Resurrection of Christ. From this seed:
“Then the eleven disciples went away into Galilee, into a mountain where Jesus had appointed them.”
Who can separate me from your love?
Can I grow weary of this mystical flame?strange, eerie
May the whole world be gone!
I will live in you,
O Jesus!
Lead me with you on the mountain path to the cross.
I am happy to live above the mountain.
I will cast away the vale’s dust.
Your death is life for me,
Your bile is like sweets for me,
O Jesus!
Your grave sores are – my sign,
Your thorny crown to me – glory’s grace [divine],
This Cross that you bear
Is praise and honor for me,
O Jesus!
If a grain of wheat were to rot in the fields.
If the outside is not alive, a new fruit will bloom inside.
Into a single old ear of wheat
In the coming summer time of heat [acute]
the hundred-year-old grain will bear fruit.
Crucify my body, nail it to the cross.
Let me not be whole without so I can be reborn within.
Let my external self wither away!
And a new inner self blossom [today].
This is a living death.
O my new Adam! O most beautiful Son!
O universal shame! O rebellions of Athens!
Underneath your rebellion is – the light!
Underneath death — eternal life [in sight].
Until the shroud is dark!
The End.