#AGONY MISERY WOE ETC

[kvothes]

JUST WATCHED SPN 6x20 THE MAN WHO WOULD BE KING FOR THE FIRST TIME DON’T TEXT

[chronotopes]

i might finally dig up an old escapril month and start doing those prompts honestly because that was like the last recorded time i did nonfiction writing i liked lol

[verecunda]

Woe, angst, misery, etc.

Have a dentist's appointment today to get a root canal done. Half of my face is pure agony. Plus yesterday I started coming down with... something. Probably just a cold, but it makes me feel about twice as shitty.

I feel like I've come down with some sort of fucking lurgy at least once a month for about the last six months or so. I'm fed up with it. :\

[tinyshe]

Catholic Prayer: September Devotion: Our Lady of Sorrows

Description:

Since the 16th century Catholic piety has assigned entire months to special devotions. Due to her feast day on September 15, the month of September has traditionally been set aside to honor Our Lady of Sorrows. All the sorrows of Mary (the prophecy of Simeon, the three days' loss, etc.) are merged in the supreme suffering at the Passion. In the Passion, Mary suffered a martyrdom of the heart because of Our Lord's torments and the greatness of her love for Him. "She it was," says Pope Pius XII, "who immune from all sin, personal or inherited, and ever more closely united with her Son, offered Him on Golgotha to the Eternal Father together with the holocaust of her maternal rights and motherly love. As a new Eve, she made this offering for all the children of Adam contaminated through his unhappy fall. Thus she, who was the mother of our Head according to the flesh, became by a new title of sorrow and glory the spiritual mother of all His members."

Prayer:

INVOCATIONS Mary most sorrowful, Mother of Christians, pray for us. Virgin most sorrowful, pray for us.

TO THE QUEEN OF MARTYRS Mary, most holy Virgin and Queen of Martyrs, accept the sincere homage of my filial affection. Into thy heart, pierced by so many swords, do thou welcome my poor soul. Receive it as the companion of thy sorrows at the foot of the Cross, on which Jesus died for the redemption of the world. With thee, O sorrowful Virgin, I will gladly suffer all the trials, contradictions, and infirmities which it shall please our Lord to send me. I offer them all to thee in memory of thy sorrows, so that every thought of my mind, and every beat of my heart may be an act of compassion and of love for thee. And do thou, sweet Mother, have pity on me, reconcile me to thy divine Son Jesus, keep me in His grace, and assist me in my last agony, so that I may be able to meet thee in heaven and sing thy glories. Amen.

TO THE MOTHER OF SORROWS Most holy Virgin. and Mother, whose soul was pierced by a sword of sorrow in the Passion of thy divine Son, and who in His glorious Resurrection wast filled with never-ending joy at His triumph; obtain for us who call upon thee, so to be partakers in the adversities of Holy Church and the sorrows of the Sovereign Pontiff, as to be found worthy to rejoice with them in the consolations for which we pray, in the charity and peace of the same Christ our Lord. Amen.

IN HONOR OF THE SORROWS OF THE BLESSED VIRGIN MARY O most holy and afflicted Virgin! Queen of Martyrs! thou who didst stand motionless beneath the Cross, witnessing the agony of thy expiring Son--through the unceasing sufferings of thy life of sorrow, and the bliss which now more than amply repays thee for thy past trials, look down with a mother's tenderness and pity on me, who kneel before thee to venerate thy dolors, and place my requests, with filial confidence, in the sanctuary of thy wounded heart; present them, I beseech thee, on my behalf, to Jesus Christ, through the merits of His own most sacred death and passion, together with thy sufferings at the foot of the cross, and through the united efficacy of both obtain the grant of my present petition. To whom shall I resort in my wants and miseries if not to thee, O Mother of Mercy, who, having so deeply drunk of the chalice of thy Son, canst compassionate the woes of those who still sigh in the land of exile? Offer for me to my Savior one drop of the Blood which flowed from His sacred veins, one of the tears which trickled from His divine eyes, one of the sighs which rent His adorable Heart. O refuge of the universe and hope of the whole world, do not reject my humble prayer, but graciously obtain the grant of my petition.

TO OUR LADY OF SORROWS O most holy Virgin, Mother of our Lord Jesus Christ: by the overwhelming grief you experienced when you witnessed the martyrdom, the crucifixion, and the death of your divine Son, look upon me with eyes of compassion, and awaken in my heart a tender commiseration for those sufferings, as well as a sincere detestation of my sins, in order that, being disengaged from all undue affection for the passing joys of this earth, I may sigh after the eternal Jerusalem, and that henceforward all my thoughts and all my actions may be directed towards this one most desirable object. Honor, glory, and love to our divine Lord Jesus, and to the holy and immaculate Mother of God. Amen. --Saint Bonaventure Prayer

Source: Prayer Book, The by Reverend John P. O'Connell, M.A., S.T.D. and Jex Martin, M.A., The Catholic Press, Inc., Chicago, Illinois, 1954

[strike-another-match]

the sideblog selection dropdown is sooo far away now and the centered positioning looks ugly. agony misery woe etc

they changed the layout of the activity page on the android app and its worse now... 😔

[catilinas]

can’t sleep due to the torment (hiccups)

[bi-demon-ium]

so i was watching the sandman and i just think actually the angel of death & the obituary writer au based on dream of the endless & hob gadling (except without the homoerotic subtext)

like. obviously it wouldn’t be just the same but what i’m saying is the obituary writer, obsessed with death and murder and etc, declaring he himself has no plans of dying any time soon as he fully intends to keep writing about it for a long time to come. Literally Death Herself is here for this and is like lol. lmao. okay then how about you meet me here in a hundred years then, mortal, and we’ll see how that goes for you.

she’s fully expecting him to admit his “mistake” but she meets him a hundred years later and he’s literally just as chipper and weird and offbeat and happy and he’s like oh my GOD they’ve invented so many cool new things and now i can write my obituaries on a TYPEWRITER do you know how COOL THAT IS and he’s just like. happily recounting all the stuff he’s seen and learned and she’s like “what the fuck” and the button-eyed raven is like WOE AND DESPAIR. WHAT IS WRONG WITH THIS DUDE

so shes like okay damn a hundred years again (i like to imagine they meet in a graveyard instead of a tavern but he does keep bringing tea and he insists on bringing a cup for both her and the button-eyed raven even though neither of them ever indulge) and they meet up and sure enough!!!! there he is, in all black, chattering on about how the interesting obituaries he’s made and how his taxidermy habit is going and the new advancements in the medical/death fields and she’s just like. very reluctantly growing fond of this strange little dude. she’s like “how can a mortal be so irritating and yet so goddamn endearing” and the button-eyed raven, who O.W. keeps bringing berries and little strips of meat and stuff for, is like MISERY AND AGONY. HE HAS GOOD TASTE THOUGH

and like. it soon becomes clear that he’s. kind of lonely. lowkey. man loves talking to her and telling her about all the wonders of life--and she’s listening and sharing literally zero (0) things about herself, although very funny if later she’s like [with great gravity] i.... am the angel of death and hes like yea i kno<3 im very good at this death stuff u kno i am The Obituary Writer and shes like (suddenly realizing she doesn’t actually know his name) hang on--

(alternatively she’s like *waiting for him to freak out* and he’s like oh. em. GEE! i’m a huge fan!!! you’re so cool wow i’m friends with the coolest person<3 and she’s like. right. i forgot. you’re fuckin weird.)

anyway like. idk it falls apart a little here but some other thoughts:

the obituary writer coming to her, deeply excited that he’s made a friend (!!!!!) a friend a friend a FRIEND!!!

the angel of death privately thinks but she is mortal, and you are not.

she is not happy to be proven right.

she wonders if this will make him ask for death.

it doesn’t.

(he doesn’t ask for charlotte’s life, either, only asks what can be done about the heart--asks what can be done, but not for her to do anything.)

(she’s glad he understands, glad he doesn’t presume--but wonders if it’s because she’s not a “friend”?)

also i was thinking about how it would be hard to separate O.W. from crestfall and being immortal usually lends to one moving around a lot but then i was like “lmao actually this is crestfall. everyone’s just like oh yeah that’s o.w. he’s been around since like the 1600s or something idk but he’s weird and he’s probably killed a guy at some point. great taste in wine tho”

 the angel of life, the interfering sibling with a grudge

also i feel like the hundred years thing wouldn’t hold up bc o.w. is just like. cheerfully like [starts shouting in a graveyard] HEY!!!! CAN I ASK YOU A QUESTION!!! IM WRITING AN OBITUARY ABOUT THIS LADY WHO DIED BY LEAF BLOWER AND I’D REALLY LIKE TO UNDERSTAND THE LOGISTICS HERE and she just walks out from behind a gravestone like. o.w. you DO know i’m busy right. and he’s like PLEASE and she’s like ...........................okay listen it was really funny actually,

would the angel of death, too, be captured? would o.w. imply she was a friend and invoke her rage/cold indifference/pride? how similar we getting here?

i just think Obituarywriter “If Someone Doesn’t Hug Him In Season Two I’m Rioting” Lastname deserves friends. and i feel like his relationship with the angel of death is real interesting bc it’s like ARE they friends? do they consider themselves friends? he’s clearly fine randomly talking to her about stuff and she definitely tolerates him (although there’s a comment about “i can’t WAIT to take your soul” i feel like she’s at the LEAST fond of him) so like. lkdfjgdfghg???

i feel like their relationship is best summed up by that thing i put in a summary once:

the angel of death watching her weird little guy vault some gravestones and sprint away before she's even finished her sentence: ah. what a weird little guy

[wastrelwoods]

feeling so suspiciously normal 12-ish hours post covid booster so either the fact that i was already taking ibuprofen for my agonies, miseries, woes etc is helping and im good or i am calling it too soon and about to get three hours into a work shift and THEN abruptly go Into The Soup

[romanceyourdemons]

michelle yeoh and julie andrews are gonna be in minions 2: the rise of gru (2022)

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[beechbark]

I just watched the demon slayer movie… agony woe misery etc etc

[amaryllisblackthorn]

 i’m finally making a post to kind of refute the sort of common idea that victor just completely stood by and let justine take the wrap without doing anything? it’s something i’ve been meaning to do for a long time but haven’t been able to gather all my thoughts together to do it. this isn’t to say that how he handed the situation wasn’t problematic or anything, but rather just a refutation of a very particular criticism i’ve seen before regarding it that i think is misinformed? like i said you can still criticize how he handled it and everything but i feel like a lot of peeps misremember exactly what happened. 

My first thought was to discover what I knew of the murderer, and cause instant pursuit to be made. But I paused when I reflected on the story that I had to tell. A being whom I myself had formed, and endued with life, had met me at midnight among the precipices of an inaccessible mountain. I remembered also the nervous fever with which I had been seized just at the time that I dated my creation, and which would give an air of delirium to a tale otherwise so utterly improbable. I well knew that if any other had communicated such a relation to me, I should have looked upon it as the ravings of insanity. Besides, the strange nature of the animal would elude all pursuit, even if I were so far credited as to persuade my relatives to commence it. [And then]/[Besides,] of what use would be pursuit? Who could arrest a creature capable of scaling the overhanging sides of Mont Salêve? These reflections determined me, and I resolved to remain silent.

   "But since the murderer has been discovered--"    "The murderer discovered! Good God! how can that be? who could attempt to pursue him? it is impossible; one might as well try to overtake the winds, or confine a mountain-stream with a straw. [I saw him too; he was free last night!]"

   "Justine Moritz! Poor, poor girl, is she the accused? But it is wrongfully; every one knows that; no one believes it, surely, Ernest?"

   This was a strange tale, but it did not shake my faith; and I replied earnestly, "You are all mistaken; I know the murderer. Justine, poor, good Justine, is innocent."

[...] Ernest exclaimed, "Good God, [P]apa! Victor says that he knows who was the murderer of poor William."    "We do also, unfortunately," replied my father; "for indeed I had rather have been for ever ignorant than have discovered so much depravity and ingratitude in one I valued so highly."    "My dear father, you are mistaken; Justine is innocent."     "If she is, God forbid that she should suffer as guilty. She is to be tried to-day, and I hope, I sincerely hope, that she will be acquitted."    This speech calmed me. I was firmly convinced in my own mind that Justine, and indeed every human being, was guiltless of this murder. I had no fear, therefore, that any circumstantial evidence could be brought forward strong enough to convict her. [My tale was not one to announce publicly; its astounding horror would be looked upon as madness by the vulgar. Did any one indeed exist, except I, the creator, who would believe, unless his senses convinced him, in the existence of the living monument of presumption and rash ignorance which I had let loose upon the world?]/[ and, in this assurance, I calmed myself, expecting the trial with eagerness, but without prognosticating an evil result.]

   "She is innocent, my Elizabeth," said I, "and that shall be proved; fear nothing, but let your spirits be cheered by the assurance of her acquittal."

A thousand times rather would I have confessed myself guilty of the crime ascribed to Justine; but I was absent when it was committed, and such a declaration would have been considered as the ravings of a madman, and would not have exculpated her who suffered through me.

My own agitation and anguish was extreme during the whole trial. I believed in her innocence; I knew it. Could the dæmon, who had (I did not for a minute doubt) murdered my brother, also in his hellish sport have betrayed the innocent to death and ignominy? I could not sustain the horror of my situation; and when I perceived that the popular voice, and the countenances of the judges, had already condemned my unhappy victim, I rushed out of the court in agony. The tortures of the accused did not equal mine; she was sustained by innocence, but the fangs of remorse tore my bosom, and would not forego their hold.    I passed a night of unmingled wretchedness. In the morning I went to the court; my lips and throat were parched. I dared not ask the fatal question; but I was known, and the officer guessed the cause of my visit. The ballots had been thrown; they were all black, and Justine was condemned. I cannot pretend to describe what I then felt. I had before experienced sensations of horror; and I have endeavoured to bestow upon them adequate expressions, but words cannot convey an idea of the heart-sickening despair that I then endured. The person to whom I addressed myself added, that Justine had already confessed her guilt. "That evidence," he observed, "was hardly required in so glaring a case, but I am glad of it; and, indeed, none of our judges like to condemn a criminal upon circumstantial evidence, be it ever so decisive."    [This was strange and unexpected intelligence; what could it mean? Had my eyes deceived me? and was I really as mad as the whole world would believe me to be, if I disclosed the object of my suspicions?]

Justine started. When she saw who it was, she approached me, and said, "Dear [S]ir, you are very kind to visit me; you, I hope, do not believe that I am guilty[?]"    I could not answer. "No, Justine," said Elizabeth; "he is more convinced of your innocence than I was; for even when he heard that you had confessed, he did not credit it."

   Thus the poor sufferer tried to comfort others and herself. She indeed gained the resignation she desired. But I, the true murderer, felt the never-dying worm alive in my bosom, which allowed of no hope or consolation. Elizabeth also wept, and was unhappy; but hers also was the misery of innocence, which, like a cloud that passes over the fair moon, for a while hides but cannot tarnish its brightness. Anguish and despair had penetrated into the core of my heart; I bore a hell within me, which nothing could extinguish. We stayed several hours with Justine; and it was with great difficulty that Elizabeth could tear herself away.

   [And on the morrow Justine died. Elizabeth's heart-rending eloquence failed to move the judges from their settled conviction in the criminality of the saintly sufferer. My passionate and indignant appeals were lost upon them. And when I received their cold answers, and heard the harsh unfeeling reasoning of these men, my purposed avowal died away on my lips. Thus I might proclaim myself a madman, but not revoke the sentence passed upon my wretched victim. She perished on the scaffold as a murderess!]

   [From the tortures of my own heart, I turned to contemplate the deep and voiceless grief of my Elizabeth. This also was my doing! And my father's woe, and the desolation of that late so smiling home—all was the work of my thrice-accursed hands! Ye weep, unhappy ones; but these are not your last tears! Again shall you raise the funeral wail, and the sound of your lamentations shall again and again be heard! Frankenstein, your son, your kinsman, your early, much-loved friend; he who would spend each vital drop of blood for your sakes—who has no thought nor sense of joy, except as it is mirrored also in your dear countenances—who would fill the air with blessings, and spend his life in serving you—he bids you weep—to shed countless tears; happy beyond his hopes, if thus inexorable fate be satisfied, and if the destruction pause before the peace of the grave have succeeded to your sad torments!   Thus spoke my prophetic soul, as, torn by remorse, horror, and despair, I beheld those l loved spend vain sorrow upon the graves of William and Justine, the first hapless victims to my unhallowed arts.]

basically:

victor vocally insists that justine is innocent consistently

victor initially wants to reveal what he knows but figures that he’ll be considered insane and pursuit of the creature would be useless (this is before he knows about justine)

this is literally what ends up happening near the end of the novel when victor goes to a criminal judge and formally accuses the creature of being the destroyer of his family !! (end of Chapter 23 in 1831 ed)

victor has faith in the justice system !! and believes it’ll be impossible to convict justine since she’s innocent

victor was willing to ‘admit’ he killed william to save justine if it hadn’t been for the fact that he had an alibi 

he was willing to be "more dreadfully murdered, with every aggravation of infamy that could make the murder memorable in horror"

victor passionately and indignantly appealed/fought for justine after her confession and death sentence in the 1831 version

victor seemed to intend to tell the judges everything after meeting with justine but figured it wouldn’t do any good when he realized how set the judges were on making justine pay in the 1831 version

victor did indeed deeply and strongly blame himself for justine’s (and william’s) death; he felt severe guilt over it 

like a lot of this is also supposed to be, i believe, criticism of the justice system  ( "all judges had rather that ten innocent should suffer, than that one guilty should escape" etc). not to mention they pressured justine into (falsely) confessing, which can be done as sealing the deal. i feel like the novel kind of makes it clear, though, that justine was found guilty because the court wanted her to be because she was an easy scapegoat and they’d rather make it seem like they got who was accountable than actually get who was accountable. this is just, i think, an important thing to keep in mind.

like, you can still argue that victor’s ‘reasons’ for keeping quiet are really just ‘rationalizations’, but i do think that the fact that when he goes to the criminal judge later in the book to accuse the creature and demand he be brought to justice that the criminal judge both says that if there really is a creature it’ll probably be impossible to pursue and seize him, and eventually settled on being incredulous and indeed viewing victor as having “the appearance of madness”. so like victor’s concerns back during the justine stuff weren’t like unfounded. still, you can argue that he should have at least tried and failed instead of not trying because it would probably fail. and that’s fair! but i feel like a  lot of people make victor out to be like cold during all of this, and like selfish and uncaring? like sure, victor didn’t confess what he knew, but it wasn’t because he didn’t want anyone to know about his ‘mistake’/what he had done, and it’s not like he didn’t do  anything to help justine out. he wasn’t completely silent. he wasn’t quiet at all regarding her innocence and told basically anyone who would listen that she was. and yeah you can argue that doesn’t do a lot of good when he withholds how he knows she’s innocent but like, at least concede that victor didn’t just stand by and watch justine go down for what the creature did without doing anything. you can argue about /how much/ he actually did, but like, let’s at least acknowledge that he didn’t do absolutely nothing. 

also i feel like there’s a criticism somewhere that victor feels sorry for himself way too much (like saying he’s suffering more than justine is) which like, isn’t necessarily untrue, but i feel like, that victor feels a lot and strongly is a thing. like i wouldn’t be surprised if he had like emotional dysregulation or something? but that’s a whole other meta (that i likewise have been meaning to write up for a long time but would be much much longer and thus more difficult to organize my thoughts down for than this one) but i digress

the point is, is victor problematic? yeah. but like he’s problematic in certain ways and he’s not a complete heartless selfish monster and like sure you can argue how he handled the stuff with justine’s trial was problematic but again it’s problematic in certain ways i feel and i feel like a lot of people accuse it of being problematic in ways i feel it isn’t and maybe im getting caught up in particulars but i cant really help it that much and hopefully you guys can find some worth in this write up. thanks. 

((also with the quotes i used both 1818 and 1831 versions and used brackets and sometimes slashes to try to mark discrepancies. quotes that are entirely in brackets like the last two are from the 1831 version.))

[mittensmorgul]

I think part of the mystique of fics like T&S is the MCD. It seems to work that way in other fandoms too. There's one in the Sherlock fandom same idolization and one half of the pairing dies tragically too. I have a feeling that for both fics neither would be so popular without the shock of the death ending. It would just be another fic floating around in fandom. Rule of thumb for me is never trust a fic's popularity if there's a MCD in it.

That’s basically my rule of thumb, yeah. And I think a lot of other folks feel this way, too. The weird thing is, there are a lot of other fics that are just as angsty, and even stories that end entirely unhappily with MCD, unresolved feelings, and just go for the AAAAARRRGGHHHHHHH, and I’ve often seen writers of those sorts of stories lamenting that nobody wants to read Unhappily Ever After fic.

Yet still the popularity of this single fic persists, despite others along the same vein of angst go largely unnoticed.

I personally don’t read permanent MCD fic at all. I will read TEMPORARY MCD, where I know that the characters WILL get a happy ending. I’m basically here for all the romantic tropes, you know? And I sometimes feel a bit deceived if I go into reading a fic thinking there’s at least the possibility of a Happily Ever After, or at least a Happy For Now ending, or at the bare minimum a Hopeful ending, only to discover that the romance novel I’d signed up to read is actually more along the lines of an edgy tale of misery and woe where the characters are punished into agony right to the last page.

(Unrelated to the discussion of this specific fic, yet  sort of adjacent to this line of discussion: yes, I have read untagged MCD/unhappy ending fic. It’s not the sort of thing you want to stumble across when all the tags on the story lead you to believe you’re going to be reading a romance novel, you know? Think of it in terms of buying a romance novel at the bookstore, and everything on the cover implies that it IS a romance novel, but you get to the end and find it’s actually a gritty literary tragedy where everyone ends up miserable, I’d feel cheated, you know? Same thing in fic. We’re not “spoiled” with the tags, we use them the same way a bookstore patron makes choices about which novels to buy. The “category” of the story (romance, thriller, mystery, sci-fi, fantasy, etc), and we have certain expectations of what’s inside the cover based on those categories. We can read the blurb on the back of the book, read the comments by other authors we might know and respect the opinions of, and trust we’re being promised a story we have a general idea about what to expect from it. It’s not fun to feel “tricked” into reading something traumatizing, you know?)

[thewomaninlilywhite]

You can tell about a person by the music they listen to.
Put your mp3 player, itunes, spotify, etc. on shuffle & list the first 10 songs & then tag 10 people, no skipping // REPOST & DO NOT REBLOG ! Tagging anyone who wants to do it 1 - Exposé || Zombie Prom 2 - Insomniatic || Aly&Aj 3 - Misery, Agony, Helplessness, Hopelessness, Heartache, and Woe (reprise) || Cry-Baby: the Musical 4 - Superhero || Shoshana Bean 5 - Something More (deluxe edition) || Aly&Aj 6 - Quiet || Matilda: the Musical (original Stratford cast album) 7 - A Sentimental Man || Wicked 8 - So Much Better || Legally Blonde: the Musical 9 - Phantom of the Opera || The Phantom of the Opera 10 - Ilona || She Loves Me (original Broadway cast album) {Jack Cassidy <3} Well, no Mary Poppins, Gentleman's Guide, Finding Neverland, or Lady Gaga, so this was interesting...

[tinyshe]

Catholic Prayer: September Devotion: Our Lady of Sorrows

 Description:

Since the 16th century Catholic piety has assigned entire months to special devotions. Due to her feast day on September 15, the month of September has traditionally been set aside to honor Our Lady of Sorrows. All the sorrows of Mary (the prophecy of Simeon, the three days' loss, etc.) are merged in the supreme suffering at the Passion. In the Passion, Mary suffered a martyrdom of the heart because of Our Lord's torments and the greatness of her love for Him. "She it was," says Pope Pius XII, "who immune from all sin, personal or inherited, and ever more closely united with her Son, offered Him on Golgotha to the Eternal Father together with the holocaust of her maternal rights and motherly love. As a new Eve, she made this offering for all the children of Adam contaminated through his unhappy fall. Thus she, who was the mother of our Head according to the flesh, became by a new title of sorrow and glory the spiritual mother of all His members."

Prayer:

INVOCATIONS  Mary most sorrowful, Mother of Christians, pray for us.  Virgin most sorrowful, pray for us.    

TO THE QUEEN OF MARTYRS  Mary, most holy Virgin and Queen of Martyrs, accept the sincere homage of my filial affection. Into thy heart, pierced by so many swords, do thou welcome my poor soul. Receive it as the companion of thy sorrows at the foot of the Cross, on which Jesus died for the redemption of the world. With thee, O sorrowful Virgin, I will gladly suffer all the trials, contradictions, and infirmities which it shall please our Lord to send me. I offer them all to thee in memory of thy sorrows, so that every thought of my mind, and every beat of my heart may be an act of compassion and of love for thee. And do thou, sweet Mother, have pity on me, reconcile me to thy divine Son Jesus, keep me in His grace, and assist me in my last agony, so that I may be able to meet thee in heaven and sing thy glories. Amen.    

TO THE MOTHER OF SORROWS  Most holy Virgin. and Mother, whose soul was pierced by a sword of sorrow in the Passion of thy divine Son, and who in His glorious Resurrection wast filled with never-ending joy at His triumph; obtain for us who call upon thee, so to be partakers in the adversities of Holy Church and the sorrows of the Sovereign Pontiff, as to be found worthy to rejoice with them in the consolations for which we pray, in the charity and peace of the same Christ our Lord. Amen.    

IN HONOR OF THE SORROWS OF THE BLESSED VIRGIN MARY  O most holy and afflicted Virgin! Queen of Martyrs! thou who didst stand motionless beneath the Cross, witnessing the agony of thy expiring Son--through the unceasing sufferings of thy life of sorrow, and the bliss which now more than amply repays thee for thy past trials, look down with a mother's tenderness and pity on me, who kneel before thee to venerate thy dolors, and place my requests, with filial confidence, in the sanctuary of thy wounded heart; present them, I beseech thee, on my behalf, to Jesus Christ, through the merits of His own most sacred death and passion, together with thy sufferings at the foot of the cross, and through the united efficacy of both obtain the grant of my present petition. To whom shall I resort in my wants and miseries if not to thee, O Mother of Mercy, who, having so deeply drunk of the chalice of thy Son, canst compassionate the woes of those who still sigh in the land of exile? Offer for me to my Savior one drop of the Blood which flowed from His sacred veins, one of the tears which trickled from His divine eyes, one of the sighs which rent His adorable Heart. O refuge of the universe and hope of the whole world, do not reject my humble prayer, but graciously obtain the grant of my petition.    

TO OUR LADY OF SORROWS  O most holy Virgin, Mother of our Lord Jesus Christ: by the overwhelming grief you experienced when you witnessed the martyrdom, the crucifixion, and the death of your divine Son, look upon me with eyes of compassion, and awaken in my heart a tender commiseration for those sufferings, as well as a sincere detestation of my sins, in order that, being disengaged from all undue affection for the passing joys of this earth, I may sigh after the eternal Jerusalem, and that henceforward all my thoughts and all my actions may be directed towards this one most desirable object. Honor, glory, and love to our divine Lord Jesus, and to the holy and immaculate Mother of God. Amen. --Saint Bonaventure

           Prayer Source:

Prayer Book, The

by Reverend John P. O'Connell, M.A., S.T.D. and Jex Martin, M.A., The Catholic Press, Inc., Chicago, Illinois, 1954

[idrils]

augh how is there not video of josh gad and rory o'malley singing "for good" at miscast

this is causing me physical pain