Great Love is birthed amid painful cries and long echoing hallow silences;
the suffering of a heart laboring to birth Infinite Love.
A Mother’s love poured forth from the sword wounds to her Heart-
seeping slowly not as watery tears but as
sacred oil, healing balm,
a fragrant blanket of ointment tenderly enveloping
a world of broken-hearted children-
orphan spirits-
if only they would take their hands from their eyes
to see their true Mother is standing beside them…
always.
May we labor with our Mother Mary to spiritually birth the Infinite Love of Jesus into this time and place.
Our Lady of Sorrows, pray for us.