O Sorrowful Mother

“O sorrowful Mother, Saint Mary, tell me something of the Passion of your Son; you saw more than any other saint because of your great love. You saw everything with the eyes of your body and with those of your soul. You saw so much, because you loved so much.” Then my soul began to cry even harder. There must be another saint who could tell me something about the Passion. And I shouted deliriously: “Nothing anyone says about the Passion, nothing anyone tells, nothing is anything near to what my soul saw. But I am no more able than any of the others to explain what I saw. I saw in that extremely terrible vision, that the Mother of Sorrows, although she was plunged more deeply than any other saint in the horror of the Passion, deeper than even the beloved disciple, I saw in thousand ways, that she is unable to tell the story as it was; and the beloved disciple is unable too.”