Late have I loved Thee, O Beauty ever ancient, ever new! –St. Augustine, Confessions
How truly late I’ve loved You, faithful God!
How long I saw Your beauty and Your grace
And gave but part of me, ignoring prod
To seek you truly: Ignorance most base!
Unknowing was my heart, but guiltless, no:
And still it chooses comfort; Love ‘twill spurn,
Nostalgic for its old, accustomed woe
Until such hour it fully t’ward You turn.
O God of Goodness, turn it. Make it Yours.
Permit that I may praise Your patience sweet,
The patience that gives hope of heaven’s shores
And trust that my sore heart shall mercy meet.
For gentle are You, and Your mercy true
Gives sinners strength to strive to love anew.