My Journey to God

Mother of Sorrows

Sheltered in the shadows,
Aware of every blow,
Mother bent with sorrow,
Your quiet strength will show.

The road to Bethlehem
Will never seem as far
As paths to Calvary
That never saw a star.

There on earth’s high altar
His precious blood will flow
And mingle with your tears
Shed silently below.

You stand beneath the Cross,
Man’s cruelty complete.
One tender task remains—
With tears you wash his feet.

By Dorothy M. Colgan

(Dorothy M. Colgan is a member of St. Meinrad Parish in St. Meinrad.)