Here is a poem by Faiz, which helped me appreciate the meaning of Easter.
So many crosses
Are fixed in my casement;
Each tinged with the blood
Of its own Messiah;
Each yearning for union with God.
On one of these crosses
They sacrifice the spring’s cloud;
On another, they murder the
Shining full moon.
The drunk bough is beheaded
On a cross over there;
And the soft morning breeze
Is crucified on this one.
Each day, these gods of grace and beauty
Visit my chamber of sorrow, soaked in blood;
And each day, as I stand watching
Their martyred bodies
Are raised alive.
Montgomery Prison, December 1954
(Poem by Faiz Ahmed Faiz; Translation modified from Shiv Kumar; Painting by Sadeqain)