Konstantin Filippov

From somewhere between Earth and Moon…
they would look back and see it—
our entire world,
just a glowing sphere drifting in silence.

No borders.
No noise.
No arguments loud enough to reach the stars.

Only one fragile vessel…
carrying all of us.

And here we are—
on this shoreline,
watching light return after darkness,
celebrating life, renewal, resurrection.

Maybe Easter was never just here.
Maybe it’s written into the cosmos itself—
this rhythm of falling into shadow
and rising again into light.

We are small.
Yes.
But also part of something impossibly vast.

A tiny anomaly…
that can feel, love, forgive, and begin again.

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