Mary, Mother of Sorrows, after all your had witnessed, after all the torture you had seen inflicted upon your Precious Son, they were not yet finished with Him.
Standing beneath His dead Body, you must have hoped that He would soon be taken down and laid in your arms so that you could tenderly wipe His Face and cover it with kisses mixed with tears.
But no, your agony had not yet ended. Even with His death, they were not finished ravaging His Sacred Body. A soldier thrust a lance into the very Heart of Your Son. Oh Mary, surely your whole body quivered in horror and how deeply you must have experienced those long ago words of the prophet Simeon, and a sword shall pierce your own heart…
PRAY FOR US O HOLY MOTHER OF GOD!