Hearts Speak: They laid You down On a cold slab of rock. Motionless You lay as the rock, Your body already chilling, Soon to be cold. We prepare Your body to be wrapped, Cleansing the dirt and dried blood With what we have: Our veils, our wraps, The ends of our skirts, our tears. Cleansing the wounds of Your head, My heart pierces with every new puncture. I discover in Your Precious Head. My heart cannot contain my sorrow Nor my love for You even now. Your lips, now cracked, swollen, Bruised, caked with blood, Once spoke the Words of Life, Once healed our hearts, Our souls, our bodies, Now silent. In their silence, The Words come rushing through, The Words from One whose actions Did not betray the Truth, The Words that echo Through our minds and Swell our hearts with Your Love, Now silent in this cold body But flooding our hearts still. As I wrap Your head With Your burial cloth, I whisper: If Your lips must be silent Then our hearts must speak! Your Sacred Heart Pouring out its contents still, Lies exposed Through the gaping wound in Your side. How Precious its Love was to us, How empty the world now In the stillness of this Heart. As we veil Your Heart with the burial cloth. A chill sets in in a world that has Lost her lover. Widows of Your Sacred Heart, We bury our hearts with You To be returned only with Your Hearts return. As the sounds of the stone rolling into place Echo in our shocked minds and empty hearts, Your promises fill the air. Walking away from the tomb, I hear those words again Speaking to my heart. Did You not say Death had no power over You? Did You not say You would never leave us? A strange wind stirs our hearts As we gaze back to that tomb. Did You not do all You said You would do? Our hearts burn within us with Your Words, With Your Love, and stir us to Hope. If Your lips must be silent Then our hearts must speak! Your most Holy gift of Yourself You gave to us, dear Lord, without any reservation. To us the Father gave His only Son, because of His great Love. You, dear Jesus, being fully human, were subject to the same fears, pain, suffering and abandonment as we are. Your human self desired our human hearts so greatly in Your Sorrow. (Can you not stay and pray with me for even an hour?) Yet your Divine Love lifted above this human loneliness and sorrow and You gave Yourself fully for our Redemption. Lord, help us in our struggles and sorrows to walk that path to the Cross with You. Teach us to love like You and be willing to give all to You as You gave all for us. Lead us so that we may enter into Your Sacred Heart, so full of Love for Your people, so full of the Treasures of Your Love, yet also crowned with thorns, bearing the Cross and the Wounds of our transgressions and our Redemption. Readings: Matthew 26:20 through 27:66; Mark 14:17-15:47; Luke 22:14-23:56; John chapters 13-19. Psalms 142, 143 Reflection: Your love for me, my Lord, is overwhelming to my heart. Let me drink in this love and return it to You, Most Sacred Heart. May my love, though imperfect, touch Your Heart as I love and worship You; May my love, though imperfect, touch You through my love and compassion for Your people, to the Least of These. May You know that Your Sacrifice was not in vain--that Your Love was seen and felt by me and by those touched by me. May I be Your hands and Your Heart in Your world.
Posted on: Sun, 16 Mar 2014 14:19:43 +0000
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