Part One – Mary speaks:-

I cannot do this,

I cannot be this.

He is my baby.

I feel as though a sword

has pierced my soul.

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I cling to Mary Magdalene

as she clings to me.

What sense is this?

His work is not finished.

What can he do when dead?

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My soul proclaims the greatness of the Lord,

I said those words

as he moved in my womb.

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He will cast down the mighty from their thrones,

And lift up the Lowly.

How? How? How?

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I watched the broken face,

I made with God?

I heard his cry,

“Eloi, Eloi, Lama Sabchthani.”

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He felt abandoned too.

I wept.

I wept as they pierced his beautiful side,

I wept as they dragged his torn body

down

from the cruel cross.

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I wept as they laid him in the tomb.

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I wept for the poor, the hungry, the sick,

the oppressed:

who will never, now, be free.

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I weep for you.

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