The Fourth Station -- Jesus Meets His Mother

The Lord is my shepherd; and I shall
  not want.  Ps. 22:1

Crowned with thorns, scourged, dying with his burden;
 Wisest of all virgins, your lamp had oil –
You met the Bridegroom when he came in toil.
 With the world’s curse from the fall in Eden,
Christ walked with pain, sorrowfully laden –
 No repugnance of man could your heart soil,
Immaculate heart, Our Savior’s pure foil –
 And he met a simple, anguished maiden.

Upon her feminine beauty was poured,
 Yet Our Lady, the flower of Carmel,
Could not open to, or kiss, her adored,
 Dripping with blood – stumbling – with sins from hell.

Lady, sweet Lady, our souls must bow down –
 Before your heart’s sorrows – who shares our own.