The Glories Of Mary Part 3 Poem by Alexandrian Ink

Dolours of Mary (Simeon's Prophecy)

Hail gentle woman
When you bored your son
You heard the prophecy of Simeon

Hail! Mother of God, he said
The malice against this child
Will have thy soul bearing same sword.

Hail! Thy solitudinous passion
Melted thine heart in contemplation
Pondering the word's definition.

Ney! Your whole life indeed
Was anticipating the erewhile foretold
And your Dolours titled.

'The Mother of Sorrow' we hail thee,
And your sorrows shall always be
Our joy and comfort that never cease.

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November 2