It is only your eyes I need see - for as in the first moments of life, and unending, unspoken language exists between mother and child.
A trick of the broken heart allows blindness to your earthly agony. Bruises and thornes are my future memories
Now it is only the eyes I need to see for only the windowless eyes of your soul can soften the inevitable earthly death of us all-
Still I want to run a thousand miles through this sorrow until I breathe no more. But you are not running or hiding - the glory of your life so near will break the fear - so I can stand with death's shadow until your humanness no longer needs these tears, a tough or a look. My child, my Lord, my God. I am here. I am here.
Leader: Lord god, make us able to simply be with those who suffer. Remind us that it is our presence, and Yours that brings comfort. And make us remember, also, that you are our Mother as well as our Father; that you love us more tenderly than Mary loved Jesus.
All: Amen
