Tuesday, September 15, 2020

Tuesday of the Twenty-Fourth Week in Ordinary Time

Our Lady of Sorrows

Readings of the Day
RB: Ch 2: 33-40
Mass: Heb 5:7-9 or 1 Cor 12-14, 27-31a; Resp Ps 31 or Resp Ps 100; Jn 19:25-27 or Lk 2:33-35

Oh, how sad and sore distressed Was that Mother highly blessed Of the sole begotten One!


The following poem by Christian de Cherge (1937-1996), Trappist monk, Abbey of Our Lady of Atlas, Tibhirine, Algeria, Martyr of Algeria along with eighteen others. 


You will always be torn apart, for the sword is sharp
Piercing your son’s side, your mother’s soul.

As long as there is pain to share
You will be its companion in the night
Amid the doubts, the waiting, the tears.

Dawn will come for others but not for you
As long as there is still a comatose child,
Grieving parents or a bedside
Where time stands still with love.

You are the eternal woman
Eyes worn out by weeping
Exposed to every passion
Yet giving all compassion.

For you it rains even on the highway of the sun
 For you are the blind walker on the roadside
Splattered by mud from the passing cars.
You must cross the road quickly so as to not
To be run over by life’s reckless drivers.
All you can see is the dying man
Lying on the other side of the highway
Winding down from Jerusalem to Jericho.

If they ask you what you are doing that for,
You take your child who died on the cross,
Open your arms like a living tomb
And press him against your bosom,
Where he can rest, awake, and live again
In the heart of your womb.

For the hour of labor has arrived
Oh Mother of Sorrow!
You must give birth anew since you have said Yes,
You who never cease to bring into the Father’s world
The immense, suffering body of his first-born Son.

You have said Yes and that is your joy
Leaping up within you
Poured over the world as your Magnificent.
But now is the hour of darkness.
You must still taste ingratitude, hate, solitude,
And your children must pass through this too
So that your first yes, the mother of all words,
Which remains as the earth passes away, can be consummated.

In your case the Beatitude are not fulfilled
Before the end of the ages
For this is what has been decreed:
You are to carry all generations within you
From Nazareth to Golgotha
Until the day of eternal birth when
All shall rise and proclaim you

Today's photo: Sorrowful Mother, detail. Through the hand of Sister Suzanne.

© Gertrude Feick 2020

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