oneyellowbird.

Late have I loved You,

Beauty so ancient and so new,

late have I loved You! 

Lo, You were within, 

but I outside, seeking there for You,

and upon the shapely things You have made I rushed headlong,

I, misshapen. 

You were with me, but I was not with You.

They held me back far from You,

those things which would have no being 

were they not in You.

You called, shouted, broke through my deafness;

You flared, blazed, banished my blindness;

You lavished Your fragrance, I gasped, and now I pant for You;

I tasted You, and I hunger and thirst;

You touched me, and I burned for Your peace. 

-Confessions of Saint Augustine