“Whom are you looking for, Beloved? Why do you gaze behind you? Only we two remain in the world.
I kiss the five wounds on your feet, your hands, your heart. What joy this is, what a Passover! The whole world has been resurrected! Come.”

“Where? Give me your hand; lead me. I trust you.”

“To a dense orchard. You’re being hunted; they want to seize you. Everything was ready-the cross, the nails, the mob, Pilate-but suddenly an angel came and snatched you away.
Come-before the sun mounts and they see you. They’ve grown rabid: they want your death.”

“What have I done to them?”


The Last Temptation
Nikos Kazantzakis