Late have I loved you.
Beauty at once so ancient and so new.
Too late have I loved you.
You were within, and I was without, and I searched the world for you.
Clumsily, I rushed heedlessly among the lovely things you have made.
You were with me, but I was not with you.
Things kept me far from you, even though they were not at all unless they were in you. You called to me; You cried aloud to me; You broke through my barrier of deafness.
You shone upon me; Your radiance enveloped me; You put my blindness to flight.
You shed your fragrance about me; I drew breath and now I gasp for You; tasted You and now I hunger and thirst for You.
You touched me and I burned for Your Peace.
~St. Augustine ~Confessions