Virgin of sorrow at the cross
your Jesus little child once held
now crushed for sins hangs bleeding
while your heart a sword is piercing
touch my heart to know contrition pleading.
Rose of sorrow at the cross
a mother’s tears like no other
flow for me whose sins have caused such loss
touch my heart with love dear mother
that I might share your bitter sorrow
A retired Catholic teacher with a freelance writing stint, I love playing the best game on earth, hockey, or paddling kayaks on a river, lake, or ocean. My home is in the heart of Christ, held in the arms of His Mother who accompanies me when I receive the Eucharist. My seven kids range from 21 to 38 years old.