Broken-hearted

Broken-hearted

Among many stony hearts stood a trembling woman in desperate need of
consolation. Jesus was now before her bleeding, hurting, and pierced
in both handsand feet. Where is the window in the sky that used to open up bright with thevoice of wisdom and commanding words to stop this cruelty?
Didn’t this crowdremember what the voice from Heaven had already
proclaimed to the entireworld about His Son?


Dark day fell upon us to nail Hope to a tree. Birds and angels were
no longer singing but looking at Hope and wanting to set Him free,
yet it was not the hour for Hope to be free. Vast clouds of gray
gathered together to weep over the precious Lamb of God.
The heart of Mary which prayerfully pondered all things in unmovable
faith and devotion had quietly snapped,breaking in two
... and only Lord Jesus knew.

From the cross, He spoke to her and then to His Beloved
to take care of her.From the cross, He remained compassionate,
faithful and true. From the cross,Christ still commanded and was
obeyed by those who truly loved Him. Though His body was torn,
His Spirit remained strong. The crying heart of Mary had
broke in the presence of our suffering Christ, but would soon
rejoice again with others in the eternal pastures of Paradise
created and ruled by the Lord of Lords.



Julie Pisacane ©2008



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