"There is a stronghold we can win with our own hands,
where we may dwell in deep contentment—
so long as we do not linger there in idleness and sloth,
but remain ready to ride out at another’s call for help.
This stronghold, which each of us may build,
is the fortress of peace, beauty and joy.
We cannot enter it by right; we must win it.
In an anxious and troubled world, we should seek such a place for rest and renewal,
yet never for idle or selfish pleasure.
It must be an interlude between toil and the painful deeds life demands, and we must be ready to charge forth the moment duty calls.
Though hard to win, such a fortress is dangerous once gained,
for it tempts us to seal ourselves in peace and watch life only from a distance—
shutting out not just wind and rain,
but the cries of the wounded and wronged.
And if we do that, the day will come when our castle is besieged, and we will be forced to ride out defeated and ashamed to face the duties we neglected.
It is right, natural, and wise to have a stronghold in the mind— where we keep the company of those who have loved beauty wisely and purely.
lest the world’s daily grind swallow us whole.
We must not shrink from its work,
yet remember it is only a mortal discipline,
and our true life is elsewhere with God.
If we treat life’s cares as all that matter, we lose its freshness; just as we lose its strength by shunning its toil." Arthur Benson.
“Everyone then who hears these words of mine and does them will be like a wise man who built his house on the rock. And the rain fell, and the floods came, and the winds blew and beat on that house, but it did not fall, because it had been founded on the rock. And everyone who hears these words of mine and does not do them will be like a foolish man who built his house on the sand.
And the rain fell, and the floods came, and the winds blew and beat against that house, and it fell, and great was the fall of it.”

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