Mary, Following the Crucifixion

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Until Resurrection Day

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SOMETIMES MY OWN WORDS MAKE ME WEEP

On reading my poem, “The Pieta,” on Good Friday

 

I find an image on the internet

and download it to use with a poem

I’m planning to post on my blog today

It’s Good Friday

 

The picture is

a heart-wrenching depiction

of Mary embracing the dead body

of her Son, just taken down

from the Cross

 

It pairs well

with my poem, “The Pieta”

 

As usual, I re-read the words

before posting

to check if anything

needs to be changed

 

I read about Mary removing

the crown of thorns

from Jesus’ head

and bits of thorn needles

still stuck in His lifeless flesh

 

I read of her weeping

and speaking to Him

and kissing His still-warm face

 

and as I read

tears well in my own eyes

and begin trickling down my face

 

I’m a mother, too—

I have a son

 

With immense sorrow

I imagine how it must have been

for the mother of Our Savior

that Good Friday afternoon

 

her most agonizing

moment in time

 

Maude Carolan Pych

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