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Friday, April 16, 1965 THE pROCES.5--Page 27 Mater Dolorosa By Mary Ann Putman Mater Dolorosa, we have seen you hurry by Your shawl a dusk blue silhouette against the tree sketched sky, Mater Dolorosa, we have seen you climbing stairs - The hill of your Gethsemane, tired, spent with cares. Mater Dolorosa, we have met you many times Each day our dally Crosses wait where our roadway winds. Oh Mother Mary, do you know? We follow everywhere you.go Through Judeas' dusty streets or Nazareth's fallen snow We follow you with footprints, weary, plodding, slow On crossroads everywhere - Mother, through our daily Cross, lead us to Heaven's stair. FIRST SORROW THE PROPHECY OF SIMEON We see you leave your weaving to look toward 0live trees We see their gnarled branches. Our crosses are like these: You watch your Young Son walking under April's cloud filled sky - We see you in your open doorway waving Him goodbye. Today a specialist diagnosed leukemia for our son We bowed our head through grief we said, "Oh Lord, Thy Will be done." It matters not which disease the specialists might name When we stand before Simeon the prophecy's the same. SECOND SORROW - 3"HE FLIGHT INTO EGYPT Mary, we have met you fleeing the busy town We are discouraged refugees holding to your gown. Mother, when you fly from Herod we are close behind Your donkey's hurried footsteps, a haven we must find From communistic tyrants who would rob a child's soul blind Beginning with his mind. Oh Mary, let us be - sheltered tonight with thee. THIRD SORROW - THE CHILD JESUS LOST IN THE TEMPLE We have seen your sandaled feet trudge the roadways back Through a caravan, not finding his eyes smiling back We have seen your shawled head bent in anguish, over this; By the silent telephone - when no message comes We feel the stone in mother's hearts who search for other sons. In deluge or in wars - across our earthly shores. We have seen them weep against the stone of empty doors, Madonna of the Child Who left and did not tell you where Mary, comfort us, for we are sorrowing in prayer For other ones who walk about the world somewhere, in dark, in doubt. Mother of The Temple Lost Child, leave us not alone Weeping against a stone. FOURTH SORROW-JESUSMEETS HIS MOTHER ON THE WAY TO CALVARY We find you in the still white rooms, the quiet corridors Through one door marked ' EMERGENCY ' we cross the Jordan's shores - You are standing on a hill that they call Calvary While we are kneeling with our fear as dark as ebony As lightning rents the sky above our own Gethsemane. Oh Mother, meeting now your Son, ask Him to pray for me And all the million other hearts, soul-bent from sorrow's tree. FIFTH SORROW - THE CRUCIFIXION Madonna, we are following your footsteps everywhere; We find you standing at The Cross. We kneel with you there. In homes where fire sweeps its flames - When headlines scream of crashing planes When floods deluge or hurricanes We pray, while waiting for the names. With other Mothers at the mines, we meet you, Mary, many times, Other Maws of the world stand and weep with thee Against a heartache, or a loss, against a cross shaped tree. SIXTH SORROW - TAKING CHRIST DOWN FROM THE CROSS Mater Dolorosa, we have seen you bending near A young Man laid within your arms, with your whole face a tear Mater Dolorosa, we have seen you hurry on - To other Mary's in the dusk, to comfort you for wrong Of Pilate*s grave commands. After he washed his hands. SEVENTH SORROW - CHRIST IS LAID IN THE TOMB Mater Dolorosa, we have seen you walking near The tomb of Arimathea with lilies blooming near One morning white as Sunrise. You carried soothing balm Your face was tranquil, calm. As Angels stood guard near Beside an empty bier. Mary Full of Beauty - Mary Full of Grace Let His Glorious Resurrection from the grave erase All sorrow from the hearts of your Son's human race. Teach us through Your Risen Son To say "Oh Lord, Thy Will be done. " So one day we Shall stand triumphantly with thee.