Passion Redoublé (4)

Sonnet/Station No. 4 - Jesus Meets His Mother.
Like Mary’s own, to so behold her son,
Our hearts break as the spectacle unfolds:
This King of kings, this Lord to everyone,
Now lying weak and helpless on the road.
I wonder, too, how much of my offense--
If minor, or if well-beyond the pale--
Played through some future-yet-imperfect tense
Into the weight that caused his steps to fail.
O, Mary, see? Your Son makes all things new!
Yes, even as he struggles now to rise
(As you, perhaps, have quietly construed,
Or have--through all your ponderings--surmised).
The crowd pulls close to view the ballyhoo;
One Simon of Cyrene stands there, too.