Month of the Seven Dolors, The School of Sorrow.
by VP
Posted on Monday September 06, 2021 at 12:00AM in Poetry
The Altar after the Tridentine Latin Mass
at Holy Name Cathedral, Raleigh NC September 5, 2021
I sat in the school of sorrow,
The Master was teaching there;
But my eyes were dim with weeping,
And my heart was full of care.
Instead of looking upward,
And seeing His face Divine
So full of the tenderest pity
For weary hearts like mine.
I only thought of the burdens,
The cross that before me lay,
So hard and heavy to carry
That it darkened the light of day.
So, I could not learn my lesson,
And say, Thy will be done;
And the Master came not near me
As the weary hours went on.
At last in my weary sorrow,
I looked from the cross above,
And I saw the Master watching
With a glance of tender love.
He turned to the cross before me,
And I thought I heard Him say:
"My child, thou must bear thy burden
And learn thy task to-day.
I may not tell the reason,
' Tis enough for thee to know
That I, the Master, am teaching,
And give this cup of woe."
So I stooped to that weary sorrow;
One look at that face Divine
Had given me power to trust Him,
And say, " Thy will, not mine."
And thus I learnt my lesson,
Taught by the Master alone;
He only knows the tears I shed,
But He has wept His own.
And from them comes a brightness
Straight from the Home above,
Where the School of Life will be ended,
And the cross will show the love.
