Mary’s Good Friday

O blessed Mother!
Filled with compassion,
Thy heart in breaking
At His cruel passion.

Alone, thou did stand
Neath His painful cross,
And in thy pure heart
Didst mourn thy great Loss.

His most precious blood
On Mary did fall,
Life everlasting
He gave to us all.

His body weakened
His Spirit soared high,
Mary, the Mother,
Watched her Son die.

Helene Baumer
Robert, Cyril. Our Lady’s Praise in Poetry.
Poughkeepsie, New York: Marist Press, 1944