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

Now, Master, let your servant go in peace.
Because mine eyes have seen the salvation.
We search, sometimes discouraged without cease.
Seeking our final resting  station.

We went  up to be blessed.
Receiving the holy oil.
Perhaps seeking some mind’s rest.
From our turmoil.

My soul was sad .
The priest’s words were soothing.
Perhaps all was not after all so bad.
Eventually things would  start improving.

We lit our candlemass light.
And searched for a greater light.

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Let us go in peace
Our eyes have seen salvation
And too a new light

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See Luke 2: 22-40