The day was darkened, clouds moved in.
Or was the shadow that
of poignant grief?
A mother stands resolute,
Watching her equally determined Son, his agony.
“Forgive them, Father, they know not what they do.”
Hearing her Son’s words,
Her trembling heart,
echoes this prayer too.
How many wounds entered her heart that day?
The agony of a mother’s grief bound
to a mystery woven through?
In the end, giving His Spirit back to God,
He breathed his last.
And she, cradles Him one last time.
O woman of faith!
The Light of the World rests in your arms.
Silence enfolds you pondering,
Your offering Him back to God.
“Mary’s love was unrelenting as she shared in the sufferings of Jesus, to the extent of agonizing sorrow, bravely, at the foot of the Cross. We ought to be strong and patient in the same way by imitating her, even at the cost of our lives.”
St. Magdalene of Canossa, Foundress
Canossian Daughters and Sons of Charity
We, Canossian Sisters, extend our greetings and prayers also to you; may our Lady of Sorrows, at the Foot of the Cross intercede for you in a special way.
Mater Charitatis, Ora Pro Nobis!
Feast of Our Lady of Sorrows