"....And you, the mighty crucified...You are more joyful in your gloom than spring with its flowers...You are calmer in your pain than the angels in their skies...
On this day every year... Humanity wakes up with the awakening of spring, stands crying for the pain of the Nazarene, then closes its eyelids and falls into a deep sleep... As for the spring, it stays awake, smiling, walking until it becomes a summer of golden clothes, perfumed with tails.
Humanity is a child who stands groaning beside the sacrificial bird... But it is afraid to stand in front of the great storm that smashes the dry branches and sweeps away the stinking filth with its determination.
Humanity sees Jesus of Nazareth, born like the poor, living like the poor, humiliated like the weak, crucified like criminals... So it weeps, laments and laments him, and that's all it does to honor him.
Jesus did not come to teach people to build high-rise churches and huge temples in the vicinity of vile huts and cold, dark houses... Rather, he came to make the human heart a temple, his soul an altar.
Forgive those weak people who mourn over you because they do not know how to mourn for their souls, and forgive them because they do not know that you have brought death to death and given life to those in the graves.
"Gibran Khalil Gibran"
Written on Good Friday (1920) from the book "storms" العواصف"
the full original letter in Arabic as below: