Dear Mother of all who are sick
and unhappy, you love me and
you are sad to see me suffer.
You would clasp me to yourself
as you would have clasped your
Son, but it is my suffering just
as his was his own to bear.
Your love does ease my pain,
my frustration, and it brings
me closer to you.
I rest a little child in your love.
One day we shall be even
closer together, truly together
in Heaven.
Bless me, Mary!
†
Dear Mother, I know you realise
what I’m suffering for you shared
in the far deeper agony of your Son.
You suffered surely as no woman
has suffered because you loved so
much, yet you accepted it because
you knew the blessings it would bring.
You never lost your faith.
You were brave; help me to be brave.
by Geoffrey Adamson SJ [As published in the MI Crusader, Aust, 2007; taken from The Crusader: the Magazine of the Crusade of Mary Immaculate UK, May 2006]
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