Augustine of Hippo
He either yearned for death or sought solitude. For he states, this is how it stands with me; as I am commanded to love my adversaries, the slander of these individuals surrounds me and overwhelms my spirit, penetrating my heart and tormenting my soul. I might wish to take my leave, but I falter, fearing that remaining could only deepen my transgressions; or perhaps to withdraw for a brief period from humanity would spare me further suffering, allowing my wounds to heal so that I can return to my service. Such feelings occur, dear friends, often within the soul of a faithful servant of God—a desire for isolation stemming from numerous afflictions and scandals, and he implores, who will grant me wings? Will he find himself unwinged, or perhaps with wings that are restrained?
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If they are absent, let them be bestowed; if they are bound, let them be unshackled; for even one who removes a bird's wings can restore or return them. He did not possess the means to soar. Bound wings are a weighty burden. He asks, who will give me wings like a dove, that I may fly and find rest? Rest, where? I suggest two interpretations: either, as the Apostle indicates, to depart and be with Christ, which is assuredly the best outcome (Philippians 1:23).
Even when transformed, one may not find unity through humanity’s fellowship or even frequently through the Church's communion; he resides within you—what then shall you do? Where can you go to escape such trials? Yet, approach him; converse, encourage, plead, and admonish. I have exhausted all efforts and strengths, yet I see no victory; all my toil is spent, and the grief lingers. How can my heart find solace among such men unless I cry out, who will grant me wings? Unlike the crow, the dove seeks escape from distress while retaining love. The dove symbolizes love, harboring a sincere lament. No creature nurtures sorrow quite like the dove: she moans continually, as though she dwells in her rightful place of sorrow. What, then, does this lover express? The reproaches of humanity are too heavy to bear; they rage with frenzy, consumed by indignation, casting shadows upon me; doing them kindness escapes me. Oh, that I could find rest in a space apart from them, separated by body yet not by affection; lest a chaotic love should dwell within. By my words and discourse, I cannot aid them; through my prayers, perhaps I might.
These sentiments are voiced by men, though they are often so ensnared that they find no escape. They may not be ensnared by birdlime but are instead tethered by obligation. Yet if they are bound by cares and duties and cannot break free, they should declare, I long to depart and be with Christ, for that is indeed the highest good: to remain in the flesh is essential for your sake (Philippians 1:23-24). The dove, burdened by love rather than self-interest, cannot take flight due to a responsibility that must be fulfilled, not due to trivial merit. Nevertheless, a yearning must dwell in the heart; and this desire is felt only by those who have begun to tread the narrow path (Matthew 7:14). They understand that persecution of the Church persists, even in times when peace appears within the Church, particularly concerning the trials our martyrs have endured. Yet persecution remains a reality, for it is true that all who desire to live a godly life in Christ will face affliction (2 Timothy 3:12).