My Journey to God

The Sorrowful Mysteries

The Agony in the Garden

Jesus, faced with pain and doubts,
Hears the distant, threatening shouts.
Beads of blood form on His brow.
Time has reached the dreaded NOW.

The Scourging at the Pillar

Captive slaves, without a choice,
Raise their whips but not their voice.
With barbed tongue, the lashes speak,
Language of the ruling weak.

The Crowning with Thorns

Is there no one in the mob
With a tear, a stifled sob?
Thorns and thistles crown His head—
To what lengths will they be led!

Jesus Carries the Cross

Unseen burdens weigh His heart
As the cross becomes a part
Of Christ’s agonizing climb
Step by step across all time.

The Crucifixion

From the heights of Calvary
Flows the blood that sets us free.
Through the sacrificial Son
All is finished, all begun.

By Dorothy M. Colgan

(Dorothy M. Colgan is a member of St. Meinrad Parish in St. Meinrad) †

The Criterion