Our Lady of Sorrows

A Poem for Today's Feast

“Our Lady of Sorrows”*

Your heart was pierced by seven sorrowful swords,
And now you wear the black veil of one mourning.
You speak the roses red, but not with words,
But with the bleeding of your heart, now warming

From sadness into joy, for in three days
The mysteries you treasured in your heart
Will cast the paint out with a holy blaze
Of Light, of Fire that burns in you our hearth.

And like the blessed moon which mediates
The rays of light cast on it from the sun,
So you immaculate will conflagrate
And burn with fire from your resurrected Son.

And so we turn to you when we’re in need,
Our Lady of Sorrows, our Heaven’s Holy Queen.

*“Our Lady of Sorrows” was first published in The Green Man by David Russell Mosley