Flower of Devotion

The Blessed Virgin Love once said to St. Bridget:
People should contemplate My sorrow and have pity on Me, for I have been alienated from all the joys of the world, and they should likewise distance themselves from the world for Me.
At the death of my Son, I was like a woman whose heart was pierced by five spears.
The first stroke of the spear was shameless and shameful nakedness, for I saw My Son, very dear and powerful to Me, standing naked by a pillar and wearing no garment. The second stroke of the spear was an accusation against Him. He was accused and said to be a traitor, a liar, and even a secret spy. While I knew of Him that He was just and true, and that He had offended no one, and He did not want to offend anyone. The third stroke of the spear for Me was His crown of thorns, which pricked His Most Holy Head so badly that the Blood flowed into His mouth, on His chin and into His ears. The fourth stroke of the spear for Me was His sorrowful voice from the Cross when He cried out to the Father and said, “Father, why have you forsaken Me?” As if to say, “Father, there is no one who has mercy on me but you!” The fifth stroke of the spear that pierced My heart was His very bitter death. As many as His precious Blood flowed from it, so many wounds pierced My heart. And the veins of His hands and feet were pierced, and the pain of the torn nerves was transmitted without the slightest softening to His Heart, and from His Heart again to the nerves. And because His Heart was inviolate and good, because it was formed in the best way, death and life wrestled with Him, and His life in the midst of sorrows was all the more prolonged.
But as death drew near, and His Heart was broken by unbearable pains, all His limbs trembled at the same time, and His Head, which was bent backwards, rose up a little. Half-closed, the eyes were only half open. In a similar way, the
mouth was opened and a bloody tongue appeared. His fingers and hands, which were clenched tightly, stretched out. And when He had given up His Spirit, He bowed His Head to His breast. His arms were a little sagging where there were nail wounds, and her legs were carrying even more weight.
Then My hands became numb, My eyes were darkened, My face grew pale like that of a dead man, My ears heard nothing, My lips could not speak, My feet staggered, and My body sank to the ground. When I rose again and saw that My Son was despised more than the leper, I turned all my will to Him. For I knew that everything had been done according to His will, and could not have been done if He had willingly permitted it. I thanked him sincerely for all this. My sorrow was accompanied by a certain joy, for I knew that My Son, who had never sinned, was willing to suffer so much for sinners only out of great love.
Whoever, therefore, is in the world should consider the condition I was in at the death of my Son, and should always keep this before his eyes.