O Mother

“Woman behold your son, son behold your mother.”

O Mother

O Mother, how can you bear

this torture of your son?

You have been given to me,

I want to comfort you,

shield you somehow from the pain.

But,instead I weep on your breast,

you are cradling me,

telling me, “ Do whatever he tells you.”

Bewildered I think “what can I do

in the face of such a travesty.”

Then I remember, I can watch with you,

pray I will not be tempted,

confess the weakness of my flesh,

and ,wait in faith for the the third day.

Then bear witness to your triumph.

Risen, Risen as you said.

“ My Lord and my God.”

Diantha Zschoche Holy Saturday 3/26/16