Mater Dolorosa

July 9, 2013

Oh, sweet mother of the blessed one,

how far a path of darkness you trod,

pierced first by daggers of bitter prophecy,

pierced second by most-terrible loss.

 

You found him there, your son,

declaring independence from earthly things.

You saw him once, fallen and bruised,

and offered a mother’s hands.

 

His small boyish frame, you could not imagine,

yet he flourished like the yearling lamb.

 

Oh most severe was death’s dim shadow

when your little boy leaned against the cedar,

when he took up his hammer at dawn.

 

How you knew he was a priest,

unlike those who slaughtered beasts.

 

No, your boy, once grown,

would offer himself, the lamb,

clothed in scarlet vestments,

wearing the miter of thorns.

 

And you, kindly ewe,

will offer the incense of bitter tears.

His “consummatum

you shall answer “be it done.”

 

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One Response to “Mater Dolorosa”

  1. Julie said

    Reblogged this on CLA Portfolio and commented:
    Here’s a great poem from a young poet! I hope you will be able to read her other poems as well. She is quite good…

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