A bit o' Anselm

"Still are you hidden, O Lord, from my soul, in your light and blessedness; and therefore my soul still walks in its darkness and wretchedness. For it looks, and does not see your beauty, it hearkens and does not hear your harmony, it smells and does not perceive your fragrance, it tastes and does not recognize your sweetness, it touches and does not feel your pleasantness. For you have these attributes in yourself, O Lord God, after your own ineffable manner, who has given them to objects which you have created, after their sensible manner. But the sinful senses of my soul have grown rigid and dull, and have been obstructed by their long listlessness."

Anselm Proslogium XVII