My Jesus, where were all the hundreds of peoples whose bodies and souls were healed by you?
Where were they when You needed someone to give You the least sign of comfort?
Ingratitude must have borne down upon Your heart and made the cross nearly impossible to carry.
There are times I too feel all my efforts for Your Kingdom are futile and end in nothingness.
Did your eyes roam through the crowd for the comfort of just one individual – one sign of pity – one sign of grief?
My heart thrills with a sad joy when I think of one woman, breaking away from fear and human respect and offering You her thin veil to wipe Your bleeding Face.