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Lady of Sorrows

Can any grief be greater than the one
A mother suffers standing by the tree,
A gibbet tree and see her only son
Hanging from it in shame and agony?.

What grief beyond all words must rend her heart
To see flesh of her own flesh hanging there;
Bruised mortally by cruel sword and dart
And her beloved son’s pierced by a spear.

Affliction, grief and sorrow bottomless,
To feel fulfilled what Simeon had foretold,
What pain, heartbreak, untellable distress,
As crucified her son she does behold.

Oh! in the ocean of such grief time is.
All swallowed up in suffering’s abyss;
Time, - flew so very fast, she just had kissed
Her darling baby’s tiny rosy fist.

Her only son, her baby, her delight
Hangs stripped, blood covered, taunted, crucified,
Dolor untellable, no idiom
Can tell about this mother's martyrdom.

Oh Mater Dolorosa, see your Love,-
Your cherished son and what they did to Him -
Stretched out upon the gibbet high and rough
With gashes, wounds and tears on every limb.

He’d healed the blind, the mute, the deaf and lame,
Rose up the unprotected to defend.
But now, he is hanging from the tree of shame
And cruel nails pierce both his feet and hands.

A crown of thorns is pressed upon His head,
His face is swollen from the brutal blows
Dealt unto Him by soldiers while they spat
On Him, and rills of blood cake on His brow.

You, who rejoiced once in His baby smell,
Attentive to your sleeping infant’s breath,
Now hear the taunts and jeers against Him swell,
And gasps of His last agony of death.

Oh pain, - oh matchless dolor woe and grief!
His body’s broken and His head is bent
Between a cursing and a rueful thief,
He hangs, - outcast,- the mother’s heart is rent!.

Lady of Sorrows! - Mother dear take care
Of those that crushed by grief and sorrow groan
And agonize,-- obtain for them their share
In the eternal glory of your son..

© Elizabeth Dandy


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©6 April 2012 - 3:18am — blumentopf
7 April 2012 - 12:57am — heatherburns35
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This is another wonderful poem. To even think of
this is gruesome. Dear mother's heart would be
pierced by an arrow to see her beloved son in this
condition. I appreciate your work on this verse so
much. It made me sad just thinking, but it is also
beautifully written in remembrance of
"LADY OF SORROWS" heather

8 April 2012 - 5:30pm — blumentopf
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Lady of Sorrows

Thank you Heather for another rousing comment. So much appreciated. I want to bring to your attention that I was away from this site for a very log time, (hospitalization and Rehabs,) and just returned now and see that the design of the site has considerably changed. I still have to struggle to get around and handle its features. How do I get your work? Disgrace, I am not sure Let me know please.

Meanwhile a very blessed happy and joyful Easter!
Abundant blessings
Elizabeth

Elizabeth Dandy