O my Mother, Most Sorrowful Mother, when you meet your beloved Son carrying the Cross on the way to Calvary , the fire burning in your heart turned into an ocean of pain. What did you see? His face was so disfigured, you hardly recognized Him.
But your eyes met. The Son looked at His Mother, the Mother looked at her Son.
Despite the pain of seeing Jesus die on the Cross, your love for Him was greater and you did not now wish to leave Him.
Let us follow the Son and the Mother, and carry the cross that the Lord places on our shoulders.
O Mary, obtain for me the grace to see that the Cross unites my soul to God (Jesus).