Stabat Mater Dolorosa

Accenting, highlighting, a prayerful Hospice experience this afternoon, Rita took me to Severance Hall to enjoy the Cleveland Orchestra performing Dvorak’s ‘Stabat Mater’.  I did not know we would be attending a Marian event.  Nor did Rita.  The Stabat Mater is a traditional Catholic hymn credited to Italian Franciscan Jacopone da Todi.  The operatic performance proved stellar.  Fifth row seats allowed intimate witnessing of individuals graced with superior skills and practiced precision executing wonderfully as a unified body.  Our Lady was the theme of the day.  Blessings rain on a free da–a day off work before another day off.  The poem ‘The Knight and His Celestial Lady’, I posted earlier came from a book ‘Our Lady’s Knight: The true story of Technical Sergeant Leo E. Lovasik’.  I came across the book spending the afternoon with a Hospice patient.  I spent a previous afternoon with him several weeks ago, providing respite for his daughters and son.  I was informed earlier in the week the patient requested my return.  I was humbled and honored to accept the invitation.  He has stopped eating, not getting up from his bed.  His daughter warned me she feared he was very close to death, asking me if I was alright with the fact.  I told her how moved I was to be there.  The patient and myself enjoyed two and a half hours of intense prayer, moments of quiet poignantly filling—the silence empty, yet sustained by birds singing.  I adored the way he kept focus on me, forcing me to close my eyes in order to hide from identity.  It was a good day.  Afterwards, only a mile away from St Paul Shrine, I stopped by in order to sit before the Eucharist.  I encountered the man of prayer, engaging in a conversation centered on the passing of his father Thursday evening.  God is good and all giving.  It is interesting and noteworthy that the Marian book revealing the life of Sergeant Leo E. Lovasik is difficult to attain. Copies do not exist for purchase.  I will have to stop by the patient’s home offering his children money for the book.  It will be a pleasant Sunday afternoon excursion.

At the cross her station keeping,
Mary stood in sorrow weeping
When her Son was crucified.
While she waited in her anguish,
Seeing Christ in torment languish,
Bitter sorrow pierced her heart.
With what pain and desolation,
With what noble resignation,
Mary watched her dying Son.
Ever-patient in her yearning
Though her tear-filled eyes were burning,
Mary gazed upon her Son.
Who, that sorrow contemplating,
On that passion meditating,
Would not share the Virgin’s grief?
Christ she saw, for our salvation,
Scourged with cruel acclamation,
Bruised and beaten by the rod.
Christ she saw with life-blood failing,
All her anguish unavailing,
Saw him breathe his very last.
Mary, fount of love’s devotion,
Let me share with true emotion
All the sorrow you endured.
Virgin, ever interceding,
Hear me in my fervent pleading:
Fire me with your love of Christ.
Mother, may this prayer be granted:
That Christ’s love may be implanted
In the depths of my poor soul.
At the cross, your sorrow sharing,
All your grief and torment bearing,
Let me stand and mourn with you.
Fairest maid of all creation,
Queen of hope and consolation,
Let me feel your grief sublime.
Virgin, in your love befriend me,
At the Judgment Day defend me.
Help me by your constant prayer.
Savior, when my life shall leave me,
Through your mother’s prayers receive me
With the fruits of victory.
Virgin of all virgins blest!
Listen to my fond request:
Let me share your grief divine
Let me, to my latest breath,
In my body bear the death
Of your dying Son divine.
Wounded with His every wound,
Steep my soul till it has swooned
In His very Blood away.
Be to me, O Virgin, nigh,
Lest in flames I burn and die,
In His awe-full judgment day.
Savior, when my life shall leave me,
Through your mother’s prayers
receive me
With the fruits of victory.
While my body here decays
May my soul your goodness praise,
Safe in heaven eternally.
Amen. Allelúja.
Stabat Mater dolorósa
Juxta Crucem lacrimósa,
Dum pendébat Filius.
Cujus ánimam geméntem,
Contristátam et doléntem,
Pertransivit gladius.
O quam tristis et afflicta
Fuit illa benedicta
Mater Unigéniti!
Quae maerébat, et dolébat,
Pia Mater, dum vidébat
Nati poenas inclyti.
Quis est homo, qui non fleret,
Matrem Christi si vidéret
In tanto supplicio?
Quis non posset contristári,
Christi Matrem contemplári
Doléntem cum Filio?
Pro peccátis suae gentis
Vidit Jesum in torméntis,
Et flagéllis súbditum.
Vidit suum dulcem natum
Moriéndo desolátum,
Dum emisit spíritum.
Eia mater, fons amóris,
Me sentíre vim dolóris
Fac, ut tecum lúgeam.
Fac,ut árdeat cor meum
In amándo Christum Deum,
Ut sibi compláceam.
Sancta Mater, istud agas
Crucifixi fige plagas
Cordi meo válide.
Tui nati vulneráti,
Tam dignáti pro me pati,
Poenas mecum dívide.
Fac me tecum pie flere,
Crucifixo condolére,
Donec ego víxero.
Juxta Crucem tecum stare,
Et me tibi sociáre
In planctu desídero.
Virgo vírginum praeclára,
Mihi jam non sis amára:
Fac me tecum plángere.
Fac, ut portem Christi mortem,
Passiónis fac consórtem,
Et plagas recólere.
Fac me plagis vulnerári,
Fac me Cruce inebriári,
Et cruó re Fílii.
Flammis ne urar succénsus,
Per te, Virgo, sim defénsus
In die judícii.
Christe, cum sit hinc exíre
Da per Matrem me veníre
Ad palmam victóriae.
Quando corpus moriétur,
Fac, ut ánimae donétur
Paradísi glória.
Amen. Allelúja.

The Cleveland Orchestra - photo by Roger Mastroianni CLO052611_ 15


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