Late have I loved you,
O Beauty ever ancient and so new,
Too late have I loved you!
You were within me, but I was outside to seek you. Unlovely myself, I fell heedlessly upon all those lovely things which you created.
And always 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 cried,you broke through my deafness.
You blazed, you gleamed, and you drove away my blindness.
You breathed your fragrance on me;
I drew in breath and now I long for you.
I have tasted, now I hunger and thirst for more.
You touched me, and now I burn with desire for your peace.
~ St. Augustine, Confessions of St. Augustine
This I recall to my mind, therefore have I hope. It is of the Lord’s mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not. They are new every moring: great is thy faithfulness. The Lord is my portion saith my soul: therefore will I hope in him. The Lord is good unto them that wait for Him, to the soul that seeketh him. It is good that a man should both hope and quietly wait for the salvation of the LORD. Lamentations 3: 21-26