Mary,
Listen, hear the cries
the herald the agony,
for the hour is come.
Mary, time will not stand still
for death, and so it is
for your son Jesus.
Remember all the days and months
that led to this calamitous day;
to soften your sorrow,
Mary, remember them all.
For his first steps and his first words
you his mother were always there, heard every cry,
and there is no better school than life itself.
Mary, the time has come.
Mary, Mary…
Mary, I hear them approaching,
they are coming along the road,
there is no more time for memories.
Mary,
they have come to arrest Jesus;
hard though that is,
there is now no hope.
For his first steps and his first words
you his mother were always there, heard every cry,
and there is no better school than life itself.
Mary, the time has come.
When force has defeated reason
one can expect only pain and folly.
The men have come bringing pain and violence.
Mary, nothing will stop them.
Mary, Mary…
