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AUGUSTINE:
CONFESSIONS INDEX
BOOK
ELEVEN
CHAPTER
II
2. But how long would it take for the voice of my pen to tell enough of thy
exhortations and of all thy terrors and comforts and leadings by which thou
didst bring me to preach thy Word and to administer thy sacraments to thy people?
And even if I could do this sufficiently, the drops of time[410] are very precious to me and I have
for a long time been burning with the desire to meditate on thy law, and to
confess in thy presence my knowledge and ignorance of it--from the first streaks
of thy light in my mind and the remaining darkness, until my weakness shall
be swallowed up in thy strength. And I do not wish to see those hours drained
into anything else which I can find free from the necessary care of the body,
the exercise of the mind, and the service we owe to our fellow men--and what
we give even if we do not owe it.
3. O Lord my God, hear my prayer and let thy mercy attend my longing. It does
not burn for itself alone but longs as well to serve the cause of fraternal
love. Thou seest in my heart that this is so. Let me offer the service of my
mind and my tongue--and give me what I may in turn offer back to thee. For "I
am needy and poor"; thou art rich to all who call upon thee--thou who, in thy
freedom from care, carest for us. Trim away from my lips, inwardly and outwardly,
all rashness and lying. Let thy Scriptures be my chaste delight. Let me not
be deceived in them, nor deceive others from them. O Lord, hear and pity! O
Lord my God, light of the blind, strength of the weak--and also the light of
those who see and the strength of the strong--hearken to my soul and hear it
crying from the depths.[411] Unless
thy ears attend us even in the depths, where should we go? To whom should we
cry?
"Thine
is the day and the night is thine as well."[412]
At thy bidding the moments fly by. Grant me in them, then, an interval for my
meditations on the hidden things of thy law, nor close the door of thy law against
us who knock. Thou hast not willed that the deep secrets of all those pages
should have been written in vain. Those forests are not without their stags
which keep retired within them, ranging and walking and feeding, lying down
and ruminating.[413] Perfect me,
O Lord, and reveal their secrets to me. Behold, thy voice is my joy; thy voice
surpasses in abundance of delights. Give me what I love, for I do love it. And
this too is thy gift. Abandon not thy gifts and despise not thy "grass" which
thirsts for thee.[414] Let me confess
to thee everything that I shall have found in thy books and "let me hear the
voice of thy praise."[415] Let me drink from thee and "consider
the wondrous things out of thy law"[416]--from
the very beginning, when thou madest heaven and earth, and thenceforward to
the everlasting reign of thy Holy City with thee.
4. O Lord, have mercy on me and hear my petition. For my prayer is not for earthly
things, neither gold nor silver and precious stones, nor gorgeous apparel, nor
honors and power, nor fleshly pleasures, nor of bodily necessities in this life
of our pilgrimage: all of these things are "added" to those who seek thy Kingdom
and thy righteousness.[417]
Observe, O God, from whence comes my desire. The unrighteous
have told me of delights but not such as those in thy law,
O Lord. Behold, this is the spring of my desire. See, O
Father, look and see--and approve! Let it be pleasing in
thy mercy's sight that I should find favor with thee--that
the secret things of thy Word may be opened to me when I
knock. I beg this of thee by our Lord Jesus Christ, thy
Son, the Man of thy right hand, the Son of Man; whom thou
madest strong for thy purpose as Mediator between thee and
us; through whom thou didst seek us when we were not seeking
thee, but didst seek us so that we might seek thee; thy
Word, through whom thou madest all things, and me among
them; thy only Son, through whom thou hast called thy faithful
people to adoption, and me among them. I beseech it of thee
through him who sitteth at thy right hand and maketh intercession
for us, "in whom are hid all treasures of wisdom and knowledge."[418]
It is he I seek in thy books. Moses wrote of him. He tells
us so himself; the Truth tells us so.
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