Confessions: St Augustine

But what place is there in me where my God can enter?

For you have so made us that we long for you, and our heart is restless until it rests in you.

And again they shall praise the Lord that seek him,4 for they that seek shall find.

But who can call upon you if they do not know you?

When your life is ‘poured out’ on us, you are not spilt, but we are raised up to you.

What are you to me? Help me answer that question.

Is it then that your whole being is in everything, yet nothing can contain you wholly?

For, if we call for help and do not know you, could we not mistake some other for you? Yet maybe we should call to you so that we can know you.

We long to praise you, though we are burdened by our mortality. Though we are conscious of sin, we long to praise you.