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Posted by Brother Matthew Michael
March 20, 2019 -
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Holy Mary, I hand you this rose, its petals black as ebony. Angels weep with mourning wails for the sake of Our blessed Lord. Prophecy O Simeon, you spoke to the Holy Family. Of a wretched sword you spoke two times thrice and one. The way of sorrow and the way of salvation dipped in tears and christened by blood. Holy Mary, I hand you this rose, its petals black as ebony. O angels how the visions come by way of vivid dream, Joseph head of the family you rise as the guardian of heaven. The queen and the Child arise from their sleep in exile to a land of heathens. Holy Mother I hand you these roses, and they prick your tender finger. The drops of crimson fall to the ground as the tears from your sorrowful eyes.
Holy Mary, I hand you this rose, its petals black as ebony. O dear Lord the agony of losing the Savior in the temple! Is it by way of kidnappers or the murderous cohorts of Moloch? Should salvation be stolen from all of man as a justice for this neglect? O way of sorrows O heavy cross your burdens are harsh and many. The queen is shattered and her stars are fallen as she meets the Son on His journey to death. Adonai O Eliohim have mercy on us and on the whole world.
Holy Mary, I hand you this rose, its petals are black as ebony. O children of Rome, you souls of Judas, the Lord is stripped of his garments. Exposed is all his nakedness and every stripe of his dignity shed. The nails three are rusty each malicious in spirit, malignant in form. Father God forgive them for they know not what they do. In the final end of this passion and agony, the Lord hastens His spirit, a final gift of love and treasure for all his fallen flock. In a flash of lightning and rolling thunder the ghost is given to end.
Holy Mary, I hand you this rose, its petals black as ebony. The darkness of desolation has pierced your heart and reigns upon the earth. Your beloved Jesus lies in his tomb in death and weeping and sheol. And so his tomb by this rock be sealed.
Holy Mary, these roses of ebony I offer you in mourning and weeping for your sorrows in life and in this Lenten season until the day of His resurrection. Amen.
