It comes so much earlier, now.

Darkness creeps upon us, supper dishes only recently in the sink, as the evening sun sinks low on the horizon…

Time to bed down the chickens…roosters and hens must roost, safely enclosed from the night’s predators, internal clocks winding down. Nature’s lullaby begins with the receding light…

We wind down, too. PJs and blankets…candlelight and prayer. Tonight we prayed the Seven Sorrows of Mary…as we did this morning, so desperately needing that reminder of the suffering of our Blessed Mother.  In our comfortable home, the day’s joys fresh in our minds and hearts, we need to know this sorrow, to have this lamentation sear our hearts:

O vos omnes qui transitis per viam,
attendite, et videte,
si est dolor similis sicut dolor meus.
Attendite, universi populi,
et videte dolorem meum,
si est dolor similis sicut dolor meus.

Is it nothing to you, all ye that pass by?
Behold, and see if there be any sorrow like unto my sorrow.
Behold, all ye people of this earth,
to see if there be any sorrow
like unto mine.
Lamentations Of Jeremias 1:12

And yet…there is joy in these prayers.  Joy, in the midst of sorrow.  To see young faces reflect and pause in contemplation of our Lady’s sorrow…their understanding limited by youth and ease, brings joy to the heart of two parents often wearied by the world’s, and, indeed at times, our own, indifference.  It is amazing how sorrow transforms, makes beautiful, this suffering of such unimaginable depth.

We love our Sorrowful Mother, her heart “pierced by a sword.”  We see written in her tears, our salvation…and it is beautiful.