By: Fr Adolf
Faroni, SDB and Ben T. Crisostomo
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, y...
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