V111     Jesus Consoles the Women

How often had I longed to
take the children of Jerusalem
and gather them to Me.
But they refused.

But now these women weep for Me
and My heart mourns for them -
mourns for their sorrows that will come.

I comfort those who seek to solace me.

How gentle can you be, my other self?
How kind?

My Jesus, your compassion
in your passion is beyond compare.

When I would snap at those
who hurt me with their ridicule,
those who misunderstand,
or hinder in some misguided
helpfulness,
those who intrude upon my privacy -
then help me curb my tongue.

May gentleness become my cloak.
Lord, make me kind like you.