So he died

So they cruxified a man, a great man, accusing him to have the will to become a king. He didn’t step back: he had spoken about God and, perhaps, from God and he didn’t want to step back, though he could, deciding to be a real man up to the end.
Now he is dead and some mourn him. Me too I will mourn him today. I will mourn the loss of a man who spoke about peace, love, justice.
Symbolically I’ll go and visit his tomb, the tomb of the body of a man, and will meditate about what he tried to teach us.
Then, tomorrow, someone will say he has overcome. Men don’t overcome, gods do and Saul’s followers knew it very well.
Tomorrow, for me, that tomb won’t be empty: men don’t come back from death. There willbstill be the body of a Master. By the way, he will have overcome. He has already overcome today, already yesterday he has overcome inside of me, each rime I remember his teachings, each time his words give me the hope a fairer world can be created.
He overcame and now lives forever, until someone will try to act according to his words.
Have a good Easter … every day!