This section from Augustine's Confessions has been stuck in my head for the last few days. And I only realized last night that August 28 was his feast day (of course)!
"Late have I loved you, O Beauty ever ancient, ever new: late have I
loved you! You were within me, but I was outside, and it was there that I
searched for you. In my unloveliness I plunged into the lovely things
which you created. You were with me, but I was not with you. Created
things kept me from you; yet if they had not been in you they would not
have been at all. You called, you shouted, and you broke through my
deafness. You flashed, you shone, and you dispelled my blindness. You
breathed your fragrance on me; I drew in breath and now I pant for you. I
have tasted you, now I hunger and thirst for more. You touched me, and I
burned for your peace."