Our Lord and Our Lady

They warned Our Lady for the Child That was Our Blessed Lord, And She took Him into the desert wild, Over the camel’s ford.

And a long song She sang to Him And a short story told: And She wrapped Him in a woolen cloak To keep Him from the cold.

But when Our Lord was grown a man The Rich they dragged Him down, And they crucified Him in Golgotha, Out and beyond the Town.

They crucified Him on Calvary, Upon an April day; And because He had been her little Son She followed Him all the way.

Our Lady stood beside the Cross, A little space apart, And when She heard Our Lord cry out A sword went through Her Heart.

They laid Our Lord in a marble tomb, Dead, in a winding sheet. But Our Lady stands above the world With the white Moon at Her feet.                                   ~Hilaire Belloc

For Reflection:

Of the seven swords that pierced Our Lady’s heart, how many are represented in this poem? How do her swords relate to the pains of my heart?

 Walk with Me, Jesus: A Widows Journey

Ronda Chervin, Ph.D. Pb - 223 pgs Click Here For More Information

My life had changed remarkably, and widowhood loomed large before me. If I were to meet this new challenge with faith, I knew I needed holy wisdom and guidance. Only in and through God could I find the treasury of grace packaged in the wrappings of my suffering. Would I discover God's will for me as I made retreat with Him on that sunny shore? This was the question I asked, and its answer was the hope of my heart.