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
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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.