My Jesus, tortured Crucified, your pains increase more and more. Ah, on this Cross You are the true King of Sorrows. In the midst of so many pains, not one soul escapes You. Even more, You give your own life to each one of them.
But your love sees itself hindered, despised, neglected by the creatures, and unable to pour itself out, it becomes more intense – it gives You unspeakable tortures. In these tortures, it keeps investigating for what else it can give to man.
And to conquer him, it makes You say:
"Look, O soul, how much I have loved you.
If you do not want to have pity on yourself...
at least have pity on my love!"
In the meantime...
seeing that You have nothing else to give him...
because You háve given him everything...
You turn your languid gaze to your Mama.
She too is more than dying because of your pains. And the love that tortures Her is so great as to render Her crucified like You. Mother and Son - You understand each other, and You sigh with satisfaction and feel comforted in seeing that You can give your Mama to the creature.
And considering the whole Mankind in John...
with a voice so sweet as to move all hearts, You say:
"Woman, behold your son".
And to John:
"Behold your Mother."
Your voice descends into Her maternal Heart, and united to the voices of your Blood, it keeps saying: "My Mother, I entrust all of my children to You. Feel for them all the love that You feel for Me. May all your maternal cares and tendernesses be for my children. You will save them all for Me."
Your Mama accepts.
In the meantime, the pains are so intense...
that, again, they reduce You to silence.
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