Augustine of Hippo
My existence is rooted in declaring Your name, yet it falters under the weight of anguish when the adversary proclaims, “May they suffer until they renounce Him.” My days are filled with lamentation. The time I dwell in this life does not strip me of death; rather, it lingers and is consumed in sighs. My vigor has been diminished by necessity. I crave the vitality of this flesh, yet I am gripped by unbearable torment; I long for the release of death, yet it delays its arrival, and in this void, my assurance has waned. My bones are unsettled, and my courage has been disturbed.