Too Late have I loved you, O beauty so old and yet so new: Too late have I loved you. You were always within but I was out there in the world and sought you there. I plunged into those lovely created things which you made. You were with me, but I was not with you. The lovely things kept me far from you, though if they did not have their existence in you, they had no existence at all. You called and cried out loud and shattered my deafness. You were radiant and resplendent, you put to flight my blindness. You were fragrant, and I drew in my breath and now pant after you. I tasted you, and I feel but hunger and thirst for you. You touched me, and I am set on fire to attain the peace which is yours.”
St. Augustine.
These are words of St. Augustine, late in life, as he reflected on wasted years, regretting that he had not loved the Lord sooner.
May we love the Lord today, so that we never regretfully say,
“To Late have I Loved You, O Lord.”
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