Meditation for Monday in the third week of Lent
As a deer longs for flowing streams, so my soul longs for you, O God. My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. Psalm 42:1-2a
I came to love you late, O Beauty, so ancient, so new. I came to love you late! Look! You were internal and I was external, running about in my ugly fashion, seeking you in the beautiful things you made. You were with me, but I was not with you. Those things kepp me far from you, even though if they were not in you, they would not be at all. You called and cried out and broke open my deafness. You gleamed and shone and chased away my blindness. I breathed your fragrance and pant for more. I tasted and now hunger and thirst. You touched me and I burn for your presence.
Prayer by Augustine of Hippo