Phillip Medhurst

Wisdom from a Gnostic Sage

Tag: mater dolorosa

Phillip Medhurst presents 314/392 the James Tissot Jesus c 1896 Jesus meets His mother. By (James) Jacques-Joseph Tissot, French, 1836-1902. Opaque watercolour over graphite on paper. 26.5 x 36.2 cms. Brooklyn Museum New York.

Phillip Medhurst presents 314/392 the James Tissot Jesus c 1896 Jesus meets His mother. By (James) Jacques-Joseph Tissot, French, 1836-1902. After a painting now in the Brooklyn Museum, New York; chromolithograph from “La Vie de Notre Seigneur Jésus Christ … . avec des notes et des dessins explicatifs par J. James Tissot” 1896-97.

Phillip Medhurst presents 323/392 the James Tissot Jesus c 1896 The Holy Women Watch from Afar. By (James) Jacques-Joseph Tissot, French, 1836-1902. Opaque watercolour over graphite on paper. 17.5 x 23.5 cms. Brooklyn Museum New York.

Phillip Medhurst presents /392 the James Tissot Jesus c 1896 The Holy Women Watch from Afar. By (James) Jacques-Joseph Tissot, French, 1836-1902. After a painting now in the Brooklyn Museum, New York; chromolithograph from “La Vie de Notre Seigneur Jésus Christ … . avec des notes et des dessins explicatifs par J. James Tissot” 1896-97.

Phillip Medhurst presents 339/392 the James Tissot Jesus c 1896 The Sorrowful Mother. By (James) Jacques-Joseph Tissot, French, 1836-1902. Opaque watercolour over graphite on paper. 32.7 x 23 cms. Brooklyn Museum New York.

Phillip Medhurst presents 339/392 the James Tissot Jesus c 1896 The Sorrowful Mother. By (James) Jacques-Joseph Tissot, French, 1836-1902. After a painting now in the Brooklyn Museum, New York; chromolithograph from “La Vie de Notre Seigneur Jésus Christ … . avec des notes et des dessins explicatifs par J. James Tissot” 1896-97.

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Mater Dolorosa

 

The pains of childbirth, then of dispossession,

A leaping heart, then steady retrogression

Was all angelic flutters came to bring.

Fair salutations bore a farewell sting.

 

And Death’s dark angel did not pass my door,

But slammed the board, demanding more and more.

My God, you owe this to me: let me see

Wherefore my child has now forsaken me.

 

I want to see him rise to tear the veil,

And borne by angels his kind Father hail,

As his bejewelled banner he unfurls,

His blood its rubies and my tears its pearls.