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When the Ewe beheld her beloved Lamb
being dragged to slaughter, Mary followed
with the other women. She cried out in torment:
"Where do you rush, my Son? Why this haste to finish your course?
There isn't another wedding at Cana:
you can't be hurrying to change water into wine now.
Should I come with you, my Son? Or, better, wait for you somewhere?
Word of God, give me your word. Do not pass me by in silence.
You are the one who guarded my purity,
my Son and my God."
being dragged to slaughter, Mary followed
with the other women. She cried out in torment:
"Where do you rush, my Son? Why this haste to finish your course?
There isn't another wedding at Cana:
you can't be hurrying to change water into wine now.
Should I come with you, my Son? Or, better, wait for you somewhere?
Word of God, give me your word. Do not pass me by in silence.
You are the one who guarded my purity,
my Son and my God."
It goes on, every stanza as beautiful as the the last, for a number of pages.
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That passage is one of my absolute favorites of Holy Thursday (the 12 Gospels) and one that always makes me pause.
ReplyDeleteInterestingly, I once mentioned it to a cradle Orthodox friend, and she said she'd never noted it.
Another one I found wonderful:
ReplyDeleteBe strong for a little while, Mother, and you will see how,
just like a surgeon, I strip and rush to where my patients lie.
I shall treat their wounds:
I shall cut away solid tumors with the soldier's spear.
I shall use gall and vinegar to staunch the incision;
nails, a lancet to probe the tumor; a seamless robe to wrap it.
The cross itself I shall use as a splint.
By this you will understand and sing,
'By suffering himself, he has destroyed suffering,
my Son and my God.'