His sceptre of power rests upon his shoulder.
And his name will be called messenger of great counsel.
Our sight is obscured behind our ego’s  great boulder .
We know but we cannot in all honesty tell.

I was thinking of Anna the Temple prophetess.
84 years old she served God night and day with prayer.
With age we can grow jaded , everything seemingly profitless.
Disappointment lies on us like a crust , layer by layer.

But Anna was not cynical , hopeless or bitter .
A poor widow she placed all her trust in God .
Would I not be happy in my old age in the Temple and fitter.
Can  we not remain happy however flawed.

Let me be more like Anna calmly waiting.
Death will come easily after such praying .

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Are we like Anna
In old age keeping hopeful
With no resentment

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See Entrance Antiphon of todays mass