she kneels
her mind starts to calm
outside this place
it is always racing
always tasking
but here it can slow down
she takes a deep breath
she imagines Gethsemane
she thinks of His prayer
"not my will, but thine be done"
then the scourging at the post
how did He do this?!
His flesh ripped and torn
'thank you Beloved"
the crown of thorns
the spitting in His face
humility and patience personified
carrying the cross
He told us to carry our own daily
crucified
"Mother, behold your son, son behold thy mother."
always caring for us
always caring.
she finishes the rosary by asking Mary to continue revealing the fruit of her womb,
Jesus
makes the sign of the cross,
in the Name of the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit
amen
wkm
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