Flower of Devotion

The Most Holy Virgin Love said to St. Bridget:

“Consider, My daughter, the following: First, that all the limbs of my Son in death became stiff and cold, and that the Blood that flowed during His Passion dried up on all His members. Further, that His Heart was pierced so mercilessly that the piercing did not cease until the spear had reached the rib and both parts of the Heart were on the spear. Finally, consider how My Most Holy Son was taken down from the Cross. The two men who were taking Him down from the Cross placed three ladders. One of them reached the legs, the second the armpits and arms, the third half the body. When the first climbed the ladder, the second, standing on the second ladder, held him; And the other one knocked out the nail of one hand first. Then he moved the ladder and knocked out the nail of his other hand. For the nails protruded far beyond the wood of the Cross.
While the one who held the weight of the Body slowly descended as much as he could; The other climbed the ladder up to the feet and knocked the nails out of them. As the body approached the earth, one of them held the head, the other the legs, and I, who was his mother, held him by the waist. And so the three of us carried this Most Holy Body on a large stone, covered with linen. For I knew for sure that it would not rot in the grave. Then Mary Magdalene came, and other pious women approached. Also present were many angels, floating in the air like sundust to serve their Lord.
What sorrow filled Me with that hour, no one can express. I was like a woman who, after the dissolution, trembles on all her limbs. And who, in spite of her pain, can scarcely breathe, yet feels inner joy; for he knows that a newborn son will never return to the misery from which he has just emerged. Though I felt an incomparable sorrow at the bitter death of my Son, yet I had the consolation that my Son could never die again, but would live forever. And so to my sorrow was added a little joy. I can say that after the burial of my Son, there were, as it were, two hearts in one grave. For it is not written, “Where is thy treasure, there is thy heart?” Such were My thoughts and My heart, constantly at the tomb of My Son.