Thou wilt open my heart

Thou wast walking in thy ways, a vagabond,

straying through wooded places,

through rough places, torn in all thy limbs.

Thou wast seeking a home,

that is, a sort of settlement of the spirit,

where thou mightest say, it is well;

and might say this in security,

at rest from all uneasiness,

from every trial,

in a word from every captivity;

and thou didst not find it.

What shall I say?

Did one come to show thee the way?

There came to thee the Way itself...

-St. Augustine