Ancient words of the reflective soul:
I confess, Lord, with thanksgiving,
that you have made me in your image,
so that I can remember you, think of you, and love you
But that image is so worn and blotted out by faults,
so darkened by the smoke of sin,
that it cannot do that for which it was made,
unless you renew and refashion it.
Lord, I am not trying to make my way to your height,
for my understanding is in no way equal to that,
but I do desire to understand a little of your truth
which my heart already believes and loves.
I do not seek to understand so that I may believe,
but I believe so that I may understand;
and what is more,
I believe that unless I do believe I shall not understand.
Anselm, Proslogion in The Prayers and Meditations of Saint Anselm with the Proslogion, ed. B. Ward.