Behold this Heart
- Team Gabbie
- Sep 15, 2023
- 2 min read
Friday, September 15, 2023
Today is the Feast of Our Lady of Sorrows.
It's also my 8th anniversary of consecration to Mary!
I wanted to blog on this special day but lacked inspiration.
I opened my Magnificat book and read this morning's Gospel readings. In both Gospels listed for Mass, the word "Behold" stood out to me.
Then I knew exactly how I wanted to blog today.
I am sharing with you this poem, "Behold this Heart" by Sr. Jordan Rose, S.V.
Sr. Jordan wrote this poem based off of this painting.
This painting was painted by our beautiful and talked friend Erin. I listed her website and pictures from her event with Sr. Jordan.
This painting touched my heart as I wrote and shared my Prayer for Hope.
We didn't plan it that way, the Holy Spirit inspired both of us at different times in different places.
I love this poem and this painting and wanted to share it with all of you.
Thank you for sharing your beautiful artwork, Erin!
Thank you Sr. Jordan for sharing your poem.
Behold this Heart.
The Greatest of These (Behold this Heart)
By Sr. Jordan Rose S.V.
Burning
Bleeding
Broken
Blooming
Bearing and
Believing
All things
Behold this
Heart
Hear it
beat
at the
feet
of her Son's
cross
Pondering
Promises
Proclaimed and
Preserved
long--
ago
no
questions
asked
this
her
task
to stand
in the
darkness of faith
with Him
Behold this
Heart
Hoping
enduring
all things
Even here
Even now
Fiat
unto
death
her every
breath
a
song of
silent
surrender
to mystery
Oh
blessed
is she
who believed
Behold this
Heart
Who believed
Behold this heart
Not
resisting
not
insisting
On its own
Way
will
plan
No
She stands
for by the
cross of Jesus
Stood
His mother
no other
place
could bear
pulse
of her
Burning
Bleeding
Broken
Blooming
heart
Beating with His
Beating with His
Beating with His
to the
last
at last
His hour
has come
Woman
Behold your
Son
She will not leave
Him orphan
Behold this
Heart
Her faith
Her hope
Her love
Oh
the greatest of loves
remains
Proclaims
This is my Beloved Son
No speech
No word
No voice is heard
No sign
of spirit
as dove
but
Her love
Never fails
For there is no fear
in love
Burning
Bleeding
Broken
Blooming
Bearing
and
Believing
all things.
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