A Prayer of St Augustine

Late have I loved you, O beauty ever ancient, ever new!

Late have I loved you.

And behold, you were within, and I without, and without I sought you.

And deformed, I ran after those forms of beauty you have made.

You were with me, and I was not with you; those things held me back from you, things whose only being was to be in you.

You called; you cried; and you broke through my deafness.

You flamed; you shone; and you chased away my blindness.

You became fragrant; and I inhaled and sighed for you.

I tasted, and now hunger and thirst for you.

You touched me; and I burned for your embrace.