Anguish

	Both Mother and Son Experienced Our Anguish The sorrow laden heavenly Queen, Bent, trembling 'neath her grief, is seen To draw anigh where fell, like foss, From wounds the blood adown the cross. The angel voice, which erst addressed The May, did her with joy invest, With joy she bore the Savior blest, And her Son born in swathing dressed, And dressed with her him ever led, And led on cross his arms he spread. Amid her tears the bitter sword Of sorrow struck her, when the Lord, Her only Son, on cross was hung, Thereto with four sharp nails was stung: From whetted spikes his arms do burn, With agonies his breast is torn; Through these dread sufferings must they go The Holy Twain to heal our woe. (...) Brother Eysteinn Asgrimsson(d.1360, Iceland) Excertp from the poem "Lilja" (The Lily)