"In the clear sky, where to the east there is now a completely rosy zone, which is spreading out more and more widely, but where, however, there are no sunbeams as yet, a very bright meteor appears, coming from unknown depths, and it descends like a sphere of fire, of unsustainable splendor, followed by a glowing trail, which perhaps is nothing by the persistence of its brightness in our retina. It descends at a very high speed towards the earth, shedding such an intense phantasmagoric light, frightful in its beauty that the rosy light of dawn vanishes, outshone by such a white incandescence.
The guards, astonished, raise their heads, also because with the light there comes a mighty, harmonious, solemn rumble that fills the whole of Creation with its roar. It comes from heavenly depths. It is the alleluia, the angelical glory,, that follows the Spirit of the Christ, which is returning to its glorious flesh.
The meteor clashes on the useless closure of Sepulchre, tears it off, throws it on the ground, and it strikes with terror and noise the guards places as jailers of the Master of the Universe, producing with its return to earth, a new earthquake as it had caused when this Spirit of the Lord fled from the earth. It enters the Sepulchre that becomes all bright with its indescribable light, and while it remains suspendd in the still air, the Spirit is infused again into the Body, motionless under the funereal bandages.
All this takes place not in a minute, but in a fraction of a minute. So fast have been the appearance, descent, penetration and the disappearance of the Light of God.
The "I want" of the divine Spirit to its cold Body is noiseless. It is uttered by the Essence to the Immobile Matter. But no word is perceived by the human ear. The Flesh receives the order and obeys with a deep sigh.... Nothing else for some minutes.
Under the Sudarium and the Shroud, the glorious Body is recomposed in eternal beauty, it awakes form the sleep of death, it comes back from the nothing in which it was, it lives after being dead. The heart certainly awakes and gives its first throb, it propels the remaining frozen blood through the veins and at once creates the full measure of it in the empty arteries, in the immobile lungs in the dark brain, and brings back warmth, health strength, thought.
Another moment and there is sudden movement under the heavy shroud. It is so sudden that, from the moment He certainly moves His folded arms to the moment He appears standing, imposing, splendid in His garment, is supernaturally handsome and mahesty, with a gravity that changes and elevates Him, and yet leaves HIm exactly himself, the eye has hardly time to follow the development. And no it admires Him: so different from what the mind remembers, tidied up, without wounds or blood, only blazing with light that gushes from the five wounds and issues from every pore of His skin.
When he moves, coming toward the exit, and the eye can see beyond his brightness, two most beautiful brilliance but similar to stars compared to the sun, appear, on on each side, prostrated in the adoration of their God, Who passes by enveloped by His Light, beautifying with his smile, and he goes out, leaving the funereal grotto going back to his walk on earth that awakes out of joy and shines in its dews, in the hues of herbs and roses, in the countless corrolas of apple trees that open, by a wonder, to the early dun that kisses them and to the eternal Sun Who proceeds under them.
Jesus raises His hand and blossom them and then, while the birds are singing more loudly and the wind carries its scents, He disappears from sight..."
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