Viernes de Dolores

 

Stabat mater dolorosa
juxta Crucem lacrimosa,
dum pendebat Filius.

Cuius animam gementem,
contristatam et dolentem
pertransivit gladius.

O quam tristis et afflicta
fuit illa benedicta,
mater Unigeniti!

Quae moerebat et dolebat,
pia Mater, dum videbat
nati poenas inclyti.

Quis est homo qui non fleret,
matrem Christi si videret
in tanto supplicio?

Quis non posset contristari
Christi Matrem contemplari
dolentem cum Filio?

Pro peccatis suae gentis
vidit Iesum in tormentis,
et flagellis subditum.

Vidit suum dulcem Natum
moriendo desolatum,
dum emisit spiritum.

Eia, Mater, fons amoris
me sentire vim doloris
fac, ut tecum lugeam.

Fac, ut ardeat cor meum
in amando Christum Deum
ut sibi complaceam.

Sancta Mater, istud agas,
crucifixi fige plagas
cordi meo valide.

Tui Nati vulnerati,
tam dignati pro me pati,
poenas mecum divide.

Fac me tecum pie flere,
crucifixo condolere,
donec ego vixero.

Juxta Crucem tecum stare,
et me tibi sociare
in planctu desidero.

Virgo virginum praeclara,
mihi iam non sis amara,
fac me tecum plangere.

Fac, ut portem Christi mortem,
passionis fac consortem,
et plagas recolere.

Fac me plagis vulnerari,
fac me Cruce inebriari,
et cruore Filii.

Flammis ne urar succensus,
per te, Virgo, sim defensus
in die iudicii.

Christe, cum sit hinc exire,
da per Matrem me venire
ad palmam victoriae.

Quando corpus morietur,
fac, ut animae donetur
paradisi gloria. 

Amen.

Update

Work has been keeping me quite busy lately, and so I have had little to no time to blog, save for some sillier pursuits (oh, Tumblr...). It is Monday after Passiontide as I write this, and with barely a week to go before Holy Week comes, I humbly beg of the few readers still following this blog to say a quick prayer for me: for I am stretched to my limits, and am on the verge of losing 'It' Now, 'It' can mean many things, and in my case, it does, though it spans a wide and nebulous collation of somewhat disparate and disjointed things. 'It', in this case, is best defined as a semblance of normalcy; of status quo; of 'workability'.

Summer has come, and it is a strange mix of hot and sweltering days interspersed with dim and rainy and humid  ones. I sorely need a vacation!

Have a blessed Lent-- what remains of it, at least.