O beauty ever ancient, ever new!
Late have I loved you
And behold, you were within;
And I without, and without I sought you.
You have made.
You were with me
And I was not with you.
Those things held me back from you,
things whose only only being was to be in you.
You called; You cried; and
You broke through my deafness.
You flashed; You shone;
and you chased away my blindness.
You became fragrant; and
I inhaled and sighed for you.
I tasted and now hunger and thirst for you.
You touched me; and I burned for your embrace.
From A Paean to God.
[This message was edited by ABHAY on Thursday May 8th, 2003 at 02:57 AM.]