The Passion Of The Virgin Mary #Pieta (Part One)

* Jesus pray for me
* Mary pray for me

+-----The Passion Of The Virgin (Part One)
Its cold, too cold. These frostbitten
fingertips. His naked body is gelid,
eyes glazed over, an open mouth
trying to impart hope even in Death, I hold
my beloved Son to my breasts,
the dried blood cleaving to his skin.
I try to recall now blood that brings comfort,
blood comingled with amniotic
fluid as I thrusted -when His head came forth
from the womb that day Elizabeth smiled.
But approaching, lurching, on the horizon’s
edge my nightmare materializes, hulking
shadow patrolling fires of Gehenna forcing
the souls that suffer back in. I see him,
the Phantom Menace finally manifested
before me, ghost of morbidity,
of perpetual pessimism, of harassing,
tormenting thoughts
Simeon warned me about 33 years ago.
His ethereal sword of curses of damnation
drawn and raised, puffs of toxic breathing
rush up from his imprecatory murmuring.
The snow, the wind, the ice…his pawns.
They bear down on me in an elemental
uprising with resounding shouts of:
“WOMAN, COMMIT SUICIDE. YOU
BIRTHED A LIE, DEATH WAS PLEASED
WITH YOUR ONLY SON, FOR NOW
ALL KNOW THE DREAM
(OF ISRAEL REDEEMED) IS DEAD.”
On King David’s (failed) Throne rust
remains, shall remain, they say. Forever.

-----John 19:23-30
When the soldiers crucified Jesus, they took his clothes, dividing them into four shares, one for each of them, with the undergarment remaining. This garment was seamless, woven in one piece from top to bottom. “Let’s not tear it,” they said to one another. “Let’s decide by lot who will get it.” This happened that the scripture might be fulfilled that said,“They divided my clothes among them
    and cast lots for my garment.” So this is what the soldiers did. Near the cross of Jesus stood his mother, his mother’s sister, Mary the wife of Clopas, and Mary Magdalene. When Jesus saw his mother there, and the disciple whom he loved standing nearby, he said to her, “Woman, here is your son,” and to the disciple, “Here is your mother.” From that time on, this disciple took her into his home. Later, knowing that everything had now been finished, and so that Scripture would be fulfilled, Jesus said, “I am thirsty.” A jar of wine vinegar was there, so they soaked a sponge in it, put the sponge on a stalk of the hyssop plant, and lifted it to Jesus’ lips. When he had received the drink, Jesus said, “It is finished.” With that, he bowed his head and gave up his spirit