Laughing, crying, living, dying
is that the whole of me,
asserting here, sometimes trying
a better man to be?
Knowing the heart's ins and outs,
He sees when we're sincere,
willing us despite our doubts,
"wade out when faith runs clear".
Busied with my house of clay
its pleasures wants and needs,
unseen, that each was the day
to lay up treasured deeds.
The spirit feed or watch it die,
earth to earth, untried to fly.
--Fr. Veni di Morte
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