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Struggles, Toils and Troubles

by Fr. Jonathan Atchley

Deep is the soil, deeper the sod

From which we’re bred, flesh and blood.

Born of the earth, yet men of God.

Fruitless our toil, made to leave

The goods of earth, as through a sieve,

For all we strive without reprieve.

A lesson here, though, we can take,

As children sleepy, cry then wake--

Onward we go for the future’s sake.

Our striving, then? Yes, continue on,

Your life lived well is a worthy song.

For ‘tis not here, but there, we belong.

From God we come, to God we go,

What happens here, may wisdom bestow:

If tears now reign—heaven’s joys overflow.

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Deacon Schwerdt
Deacon Schwerdt
08 de jul. de 2023

Last stanza reminds me of St. Augustine: "You have made us for Yourself, Lord, and our hearts are restless, until they rest in you." (Quoted without opening the Confessions to check for accuracy.)


John Gist
John Gist
08 de jul. de 2023


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