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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=370402" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Our Lady of Sorrows (Feast day: September,15th)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=370402" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">O Lady of Sorrows! Please hear<br>Our grief and add them to yours, dear; <br>With swollen eyes and bloody tear, <br>You showed to farmers near.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=370402" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">‘To farmers two, <br>At Milan’s Rho, <br>When they came to<br>See you! ’</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=370402" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The blessed pieta<br>Became a miracle<br>Bringing millions to<br>The Griever’s Basilica! </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=370402" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The blood-stained kerchief lies<br>In a silver reliquary; <br>As proof of the miracle<br>To world today, it stays! </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=370402" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">With dead Christ on her lap, <br>His mother seated, grieves; <br>Besides her sorrows own, <br>Mankind’s too, she receives! </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=370402" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">O heart of Mary pure, <br>What sorrows, you endure! <br>For love of Christ and God, <br>You suffered for our Lord! </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=370402" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Mary’s most holiness<br>Won her the grace of God, <br>To bear her sorrows all, <br>And sufferings, so odd.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=370402" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">None could predict ever<br>Or gauge her sufferings; <br>Since Simeon’s prophecy, <br>She suffered silently! </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=370402" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The Virgin bore a Son<br>By Holy Spirit’s power; <br>She had to see Him die<br>For man’s sins on cross! </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=370402" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">What pain had filled her heart! <br>How anguished she felt from start! <br>Her Son and Lord, her life and love<br>Had to suffer and depart! </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=370402" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Despite her immense grief, <br>She lived obeying God, <br>Unafraid of sin, <br>For glory of the Lord! </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=370402" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">By Will of Heavenly Father, <br>She whole-heartedly agreed <br>To be Christ Jesus’ Mother –<br>Her Son divine, she loved.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=370402" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">She witnessed Son suffer: <br>Flogged and crowned with thorns; <br>Spat at, rebuked and mocked; <br>Bleeding, thirsty and fall! </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=370402" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">His pain went through her bone; <br>His bruises cut her skin; <br>The lance that pierced his side<br>Brought bloody tears like tide.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=370402" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">All things, she had to bear, <br>Though Son’s life was so dear; <br>With God’s Will always near, <br>From obedience, she didn’t veer! </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=370402" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Her heart bore, her Son’s cross! <br>His death was greatest loss! <br>Yet, He was Lord and Boss, <br>And on third day, rose, because! </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=370402" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">“O Lady of Sorrows, Pray for us! ”</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=370402" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Copyright by Dr John Celes 15-9-11</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=John+Celes">John Celes</a></strong></div>