What tender mourning! Jesus' lifeless body lays in his mother's arms. He has truly died. A profound sacrifice, complete.
We adore you, O Christ, and we bless you.
Because by your holy cross you have redeemed the world.
I behold this scene at the foot of the cross. I contemplate touching, caressing his body. I remember all his hands have touched, all who have been blessed by his warm embrace.
I pause to let it soak in. He knows the mystery of death. He has fallen into God's hands.
For me. That I might love as I have been loved. I pour out my heart to the God of all mercies.