Late
have I loved you, O Beauty ever ancient, ever new, late have I loved you! You
were within me, but I was outside, and it was there that I searched for you. In
my unloveliness I plunged into the lovely things which you created. You were
with me, but I was not with you. Created things kept me from you; yet if they
had not been in you they would not have been at all. You called, you shouted,
and you broke through my deafness. You flashed, you shone, and you dispelled my
blindness. You breathed your fragrance on me; I drew in breath and now I pant
for you. I have tasted you, now I hunger and thirst for more. You touched me,
and I burned for your peace.
From
the Confessions of Saint Augustine, bishop
Oh St.
Augustine, Doctor of Grace, pray for us sinners, that we may be like you in our
yearning for God.
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