Your People seized your son, Mary, they flogged him.
There struck him the green reed and fists across ruddy cheeks.
It was a hideous deed that was done to him;
that his very mother-kin should crucify the man who had come to save them.
A crown of thorns was placed about his beautiful head;
nails were driven through his feet,
others through his hands.
When they thought thus that Jesus could be approached,
Longinus then came to slay him with the spear.
The King of the seven holy heavens,
when his heart was pierced,
wine was spilled upon the pathways,
the blood of Christ flowing through his gleaming sides.
The flowing blood from the body of the dear Lord baptized the head of Adam,
for the shaft of the cross of Christ had aimed at his mouth.
By the same blood (it was a fair occasion!) quickly did he cure the fully blind man,
who openly with his two hands, was plying the lance.
Good old Blathmac, who was a Culdee (part of the Celtic reform movement in the 8th century), composed this lament, asking the Blessed Virgin to come to him and keen for the dead Son of God. Thought it would be a good way to pass this Lent, remembering what the Christ did for humanity.
The picture comes from Maam Ean, the mountain pass in Connemara, sacred to St. Patrick. It's a great pilgrimage site, virtually isolated and untouched by human hands. May God bless all of you this Lent.