As we enter the Sacrum Triduum, Pr Reinhardt unfolds 'Yea, a sword shall pierce thine own soul also.'

from My Life and My Salvation, 2nd ed., p. 9:

Mary’s Child

My child, my child, my own dear son

What have they done to thee?

They beat and cursed thee for thy love

Then led thee to the tree.

My child, my child, my own dear son

Thy lovely hands and feet

Now torn by heavy Roman nails

Thy suff’ring made complete

My child, my child, my own dear son

At my breast thou didst feed

Yet at thy thirst in pangs of death

I can but watch thee bleed

My child, my child, my own dear son

Now dead ‘tis plain to see

My mother’s heart is piercèd through

A spear is thrust in thee

My child, my child, my own dear son

I cradled close to me

Thy lifeless corpse lies in my arms

My tears are flowing free.

My child, my child, my own dear son

In love I swaddled thee

Thy shrouded body in this tomb

I did not then foresee.

My child, my child, my own dear son

Now dead for these days three

My mournful cries do ever rise

Why did this have to be?

My Lord, my Lord, my own dear son

From thy grave now set free

Thy bitter struggle with the foe

Wrought lasting victory.

Kurt E. Reinhardt - Fourth Monday in Lent 1999