The Glories Of Mary Part 8 (The Piercing Of The Side Of Jesus) Poem by Alexandrian Ink

Her Dolours

Hail! Oh woman of sorrow
You have lost thy son to the gallow
To be a comfortless widow.

That's not enough it seems
While the pitiless soldier advances
Thy lifeless son with a lance.

Ah, my son is already dead
Cease to outrage him, she cried
Torment me no more to break his legs.

Jesus has shed it all
But the heart is the only place
That could harbour blood still.

And the lance pierced straight
Splitting the precious heart,
Thus, blood and water gushed out.

Mother should have died
Coz she too was pierced
As Simeon erewhile foretold.

But NO, she didn't
For Christ received the insults and death,
His Mother endured its agony.

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November 13