Love never abandons.
The Blessed Mother walked each step of Calvary.
As He wet the rugged stones with His Precious Blood,
She wet it with Her Holy Tears.
Stone by stone they traversed, Son and Mother,
He wiped the blood from His eyes so that He could look again at His Mother…
Till the very end, His Mother in His Heart.
She receives His Body from the Cross
Asks for the Blessed Weight against Her once last time.
Of a Baby held against Her shoulder
Tight and comforting then,
The leadenness of Him against Her now
Knives score Her broken Heart
For She was as much a mother like us,
as she Is the Mother of God
She weeps for the Son She gave up
That He may belong to us all,