The Silence of the Tomb

In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen.

Mother of Sorrows, you remained close to Jesus when love cost you everything. As I walk with you through these days, teach me not to flee from the suffering of Christ or the pain of those beside me. Hold my grief near your pierced heart, and lead me through every sorrow to the faithful love of your Son. Amen.

Let us pause in silence, and bring to mind the intention you are praying for.

In the app, your own saved intention rests here during the silence. The narration stays the same for everyone.

Now in the place where he was crucified there was a garden. In the garden was a new tomb in which no man had ever yet been laid.

The Gospels do not describe Mary's Holy Saturday, yet Christian contemplation remains with her after Jesus is laid in the tomb. Nothing visible confirms the promise, and prayer meets silence. She accompanies us through seasons when hope seems buried, teaching us to wait without pretending that grief is easy or that faith erases it.

Our Lady of Sorrows, remain with me in the silence when I cannot feel God's presence or see his work. Guard the small flame of faith in my heart. Help me wait without surrendering hope, trusting that God is still faithful behind every stone, with steadfast love. Amen.

Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name, thy kingdom come, thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us, and lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. Amen.

Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee, blessed art thou among women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus. Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death. Amen.

Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit, as it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, world without end. Amen.

Remember, O most gracious Virgin Mary, that never was it known that anyone who fled to your protection, implored your help, or sought your intercession was left unaided. Inspired by this confidence, I fly to you, O Virgin of virgins, my Mother; to you do I come, before you I stand, sinful and sorrowful. O Mother of the Word Incarnate, despise not my petitions, but in your mercy hear and answer me. Amen.

Our Lady of Sorrows, you know the weight of a heart that loves and grieves. Receive the intention I carry and place it beside the Cross of your Son. Comfort all who mourn, strengthen all who suffer, and obtain for me a compassion that stays present. When sorrow darkens my way, keep me faithful until Christ turns mourning into joy. Amen.

In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen.