Is life on earth nothing more than pressed service.
His time no better than hired drudgery.
We never seem to scratch below life’s brittle surface.
Seeking but being denied sight of celestial imagery.

The Priest at mass mentioned bereavement.
He said often the best thing is silence and prayer.
We pray for some kind of discernment.
Exploring solace layer by gentle layer.

Months of delusion , Job said,  I have assigned to me.
Nothing for my own but nights of grief.
From doubt and despair will ever we be free.
Oh God, we ask ourselves when will we find relief.

Like Job during the long night we wander in wilderness.
Praying yet often meeting  a great silence.

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We are just like Job
We wonder if we’re alone
And pray that we’re not

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See Job 7 : 1-4, 6-7