Wishes for the Feast of the Resurrection of the Lord 2026

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“Every true love must have its Good Friday … So if we really love,
let us remain faithful as Mary did on Calvary with the women and let us trust!
Good Friday will end, Holy Saturday will come, and the triumph of Holy Sunday will come!”
(Stefan Cardinal Wyszyński)

Blessed is the time of the Holy Easter Triduum and Easter! “Do not be afraid.” “Peace be with you”. “I have conquered the world.”

“EASTER PRAYER” – Fr. Jan Twardowsk

I can’t be a silver angel –
Not a burning bush –
So many Resurrections have already passed –
And I have a heart that is just any.

So many processions with bells –
So much hallelujah –
And my holiness is hollow
in holes On the quarter the Italian one is swinging.

The wind plays psalms on my bones –
Like on a lopsided pipe –
So that at least the Pope will
look at me – through his white fingers.

So that at least the Virgin Mary
Through the clouds still killed boards –
Smile to me
Like a bird in the blue mist.

And I know when I
hold my tear Like a golden pebble from a slingshot –
A little lamb
will understand me From the quietest Easter.

He will put his face on his hand –
He will turn the lining of his conscience –
My heart will save the red flag

Easter Lamb ran out of despair
from a nasty angle
from what humanly failed the
truth that you have to become helpless
so that it does not become logical

Easter Lamb something came clean
from the
ashes, the truth that you have to get a
stick to believe again

how not to be afraid now –
not to be afraid –
with so many wounds to lay you on the cross at once
–
the Virgin Mary dreamed she

cried like in the Holy Mass to separate your
blood from your body
back Friday
the sun dies
you can’t see If
there is love, stop worrying
and death will be useful

He was not afraid

Only St. John died at home on a
bed with a pillow under his head, wrapped in a sleeping bag,
one was not afraid of the cross, one stood under the
cross, the others fled out of fear on Good Friday

who runs away from the Cross – the greater cross will receive

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Ordinary
: Not on holidays,
just every day
, the one who comes on Thursday after Wednesday,
doesn’t worry about bad weather,
calm that nothing happened
because the milk boiled
over, doesn’t think with fear
that small is always too big
, explains that someone is tired,
because he has a heart on all sides
, he knows that someone has sinned on the way,
and a tear drips down his chin
in the kitchen,
in the hallway
in the
garden my ordinary God every day