I ‘ve been thinking…
really thinking
about
The Cross,
Your Cross.
And I began to understand
in ways I didn't want to,
but was forced to,
by watching
my own child suffer wounds
similar to Your's,
My Saviour Son…
(With drawn,
and tear washed faces,
we could only look at one another
and not dare tell a soul what we saw
for fear they’d call us crazy.)
I watched my child on a cross...
(though padded and wheeled
it was a cross nonetheless.)
We bore her to her cross
and stood beside her,
sat beside and sometimes
I lay beside her...
until she was taken away.
And that is when I thought of Your mother.
Now I stand beneath Your Cross Lord.
I am looking up to You.
I am with Your Mother, Lord.
I stand with Mary...
...weep with Mary.
I feel Your tears for her,
and Your love for her
Mary and I...we share the sorrow of our motherhood and I am not ashamed to make the comparism
because
I believe
that Mary
alive,
a Saint,
is active in her
understanding of my motherhood too.
I think of Mary so often.
There is the Creed too, Lord,
You have heard of it, I’m sure.
In Nicea the men gathered
and filled out the form
on all we are to believe.
They did a good job Lord and there is this one
part,
that really gets to me...
more than all the rest,
it is the part about
“The Communion of Saints”.
It says we share this Communion
with You
because of the Cross,
and because of the Cross,
I am in Communion with You
and in Communion with Your Mother,
and with all the Saints.
It is because of the Cross
I share Your communion
with my child
my daughter,
and now Mary's sister in heaven,
because my child is a saint,
a Real,
Living,
Eternal
Saint.
The Creed You let be written says so.
I really
Love
that part Lord.
And all this
that I am beginning to see
is because
of the
Cross.
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