Only when I fall do I get up again
– Vincent van Gogh
Meanwhile, standing near the cross of Jesus were his mother, and his mother’s sister, Mary the wife of Clopas, and Mary Magdalene. When Jesus saw his mother and the disciple whom he loved standing beside her, he said to his mother, ‘Woman, here is your son.’ Then he said to the disciple, ‘Here is your mother.’ And from that hour the disciple took her into his own home.
Your mother’s arms aren’t wide to gather you in, but seem to be giving you up.
Pointing you to the tomb’s embrace.
Has the weight of carrying you become too much? Is love letting you go?
Light still shines from you, even if its gone from your eyes.
Your wounds are near invisible – is the damage all within?
Where are the crowds now?
In the distance the sun dissipates.