"But what do I love when I love my God? . . .Not the sweet melody of harmony and song;not the fragrance of flowers, perfumes, and spices;not manna or honey;not limbs such as the body delights to embrace.It is not these that I love when I love my God.And yet, when I love him, it is true that I love a light of a certain kind, a voice, a perfume, a food, an embrace;but they are of the kind that I love in my inner self,when my soul is bathed in light that is not bound by space;when it listens to sound that never dies away;when it breathes fragrance that is not borne away on the wind;when it tastes food that is never consumed by the eating;when it clings to an embrace from which it is not severed by fulfillment of desire.This is what I love when I love my God."
Sunday, February 2, 2014
What Do I Love?
—St. Augustine, Confessions (transl. Pine-Coffin), X, 6.
HT: Justin Taylor