Jane Blanchard: ‘The Eighth Station’

The Eighth Station
The Daughters of Jerusalem

Why do you women weep for me?
Are tears sufficient charity?
Since you have formed this retinue,
Weep for yourselves, your children, too.

Anticipate the days ahead
When suffering becomes widespread.
The barren will be blessed indeed,
Not those who brought forth Adam’s seed.

Then mountains shall be asked to fall,
Hills begged to cover one and all.
The wood is green still, yet you cry.
What happens once the wood goes dry?

Jane Blanchard