| STATION SEVEN | STATION NINE |
![]() "don't... if there are tears let them fall for you the
clouds of my eyes part the
world is tearing in two Jerusalem!
Jerusalem! winter...winter... |
"Not
For Me" Daughters
of Jerusalem, do not weep for me; weep for yourselves and for your children.
For the time will come when you will say, Blessed are the barren
women, the wombs that never bore and the breasts that never nursed!
Then they will say to the mountains, Fall on us! But
perhaps comfort is not the word, for in this moment no comfort could
be afforded to any. Here women who are mothers, soon to be mothers and
perhaps may never be mothers reach out to Jesus in their grief. Above,
a tree half in bloom, half barren sits precariously upon a mountain's
edge. The future is unknown and all anyone has are last words. |
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