Word – Jesus says: Behold thy mother! John 19:27
Application – Spend time at the foot of the cross, spelunking the chasm of Mary’s grief at the death of her son. Do you know the grief of a childless mother?
The Childless Mother
I am the childless mother.
My son was killed before I even held him in my eager arms.
I never had the chance to give him a loving mother’s embrace.
I never suckled his infant mouth.
never hushed his insistent cries with my soothing kisses.
never lullabied him to dream his special dreams
never shed a tear of joy at his first cry
never changed his diaper.
Instead I saw him dead.
Perfectly formed, but dead.
Two ears, unhearing
Two eyes, unseeing
Two arms, unreaching
Two hands, unclasping
Two legs, unmoving
Two feet, unstepping.
Dead warm body.
One heart, no longer beating
One mouth, no longer eating
One brain, no longer sensing.
One cold soul.
Bereft of infanthood, its comfort concerns
Bereft of childhood, its inquisitiveness
Bereft of youth, its puerile arrogance
Bereft of old adulthood, its growing sensibilities to things human and divine
Bereft of old age, its legacy of hard-learned wisdom.
Bereft of mortal life.
Full-term, smothered, stillborn, never to be well-grown.
– – Klara Shannon Hadley