Bust of Augustine, Cathedral of St Augustine |
St Augustine
- by Jan
"Late have I loved you,
O Beauty so ancient and so 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."*
I picked up a shell from the foot of the cross. It was an ordinary shell -- actually two shells -- bound to each other by the passage of time and the nutrients of the ocean, so that they fused back to back. I picked up the shell from beneath the cross marking the spot where Don Pedro Menendez de Aviles of Spain sailed through an inlet on the feast day of St. Augustine, August 28, 1565, naming the area in honor of the saint.
When I ponder the symbol of the fused shell, I go deeper within to visit the presence of God in my memory, as St Augustine wrote: "But in which part of my memory are you present, O Lord? What sanctuary have you built there for yourself? ...Truly you do dwell in it, because I remember you ever since I first came to learn of you, and it is there that I find you when I am reminded of you."**
As you, O God, have deigned to be present in my memory, where do I find you?
*Augustine of Hippo, Confessions, X, 25.
**Augustine of Hippo, Confessions, X, 27.