Station 6 “Veronica wipes the Face of Jesus”
For he grew up before them
like a young plant,
and like a root out of dry ground;
he had no form or majesty
that we should look at him.
He was despised and rejected by others;
a man of suffering and acquainted with infirmity; and as one from whom others hide their faces
he was despised, and we held him of no account.
Veronica, you went in search of your Beloved.
He was near you but your eyes no longer recognized his likeness.
Yet your eyes met the glance of his eyes, and they appealed to you.
O God, how your beauty must have been deformed.
Yes, your adorable face was all covered with sweat and blood,
smeared with spittle and filth. —
Oh, we think we cannot stand to see you thus,
yet the fact is that you suffered it all for us.
With Veronica we want to wipe your face,
because we would again recognize you as our Lord full of majesty,
but alas, no cloth wipes away your deformity.
O Lord, let me not, like Simon,
close my eyes to your image printed on the cloth,
but let me ever imagine
what suffering you have had to undergo on account of my sins.