Holding her newborn child, Our Lady knew that at some point she would have to give up her child to suffering and death as a sacrifice for us.
Your child's life was threatened with death by King Herod; with St. Joseph, you took to the desert road and embarked upon your new journey to Egypt.
The unexpected pain and anguish that you suffered during the separation from your child, trusting in God that all would end well.
When you saw your son, our Lord Jesus with flesh torn and scourged, carrying His cross; the sorrowful exchange when your eyes met - confirming the unspoken pain necessary for His sacrifice as an atonement for my our sins.
You witnessed your son being nailed to the cross, and being raised up on high; a perfect and Holy sacrifice for the sins of the world.
Holding the dead body of your dearly beloved son in your arms; what grief, what sorrow pierced your Immaculate Heart.
When they took Jesus' body from your arms to bury Him in the Sepulchre, words are lost as your grief and sorrow pierced your Immaculate Heart