Our Lady of Sorrows

Before Our Lady was full of sorrow, she was a nursing mother.

I found this beautiful poem and had to share:

Tiny Baby asleep on my breast

You let out a little cry

Which will one day ring out from the cross.

Nuzzling close, you latch on

My Bread of Life drinks in my life milk.

He who will one day save me

Snuggles in the warmth of my protection.

Nestled on my chest our hearts beat together

The heart which will bleed for me.

He cries for His milk,

But one day I will weep for His life.

These tiny fingers will heal the leprous and blind

But for now they grasp my finger.

These eyes will pierce the darkness

But for now they gaze up at me.

These feet will walk on water

But for now I warm them in my palm.

This mouth will draw many to Him

But for now it draws comfort from my breast.

One day He will Give Life

But for now I give mine for Him.

Blessed am I among women!

~ Michelle Abernathy

Our poor Mother Mary - the babe she birthed, she nursed, she swaddled and rocked - she also took down from the cross.

Our Lady of Sorrows, pray for us.