O my Son,
to see you thus breaks my heart,
yet I know that the Father's ways
are known to your heart.
The love You have,
the compassion You show,
can only be of mirror
of the love You know.
Placed under the tender care of John,
and becoming the Mother of the Church
are but small consolations
in the midst of so great a hurt.
Yet, with You
the Father's will I embrace
that all will come to pass
in its proper time and place.
Jesus, my joy and my delight,
my Son and my Lord,
I can't help but remember You
as the small child I bore.
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