The Glories Of Mary Part 7 (The Death Of Jesus) Poem by Alexandrian Ink

#The_Dolour (the death of Jesus)

On that mountain of sacrifice
Is erected but two alters;
The martyrdom of Jesus and Mary's.

Mother beheld her dear Jesus
In his last agony on the cross
Covered with blood and wounds.

He's breathless, exhausted,face elongated,
His cheeks hollow, eyes sunk; half opened,
His arms and legs stiff, head bowed,
His nose sharp and countenance sad.

Mother stood still, the spotless lamb cried
"IT IS FINISHED" He cried aloud
And breathed his last in the world.

"Call me the woman of sorrow, I be,
The relinquished agonizing widow, you see,
As my only son hangs lifelessly on this gallows tree."

She must have said so, I faith
For is she was to die physically
Her sorrows would cause her thousand deaths.

#Itz_Ali_Alexon

November 9