The Dark Night of Agnes Gonxha Bojaxhiu

There has been some discussion of this article on Mother Teresa. I don't really have all that much to say on it; it's old news. See here and here for discussions in 2003.

Upon my bed at night
I sought him whom my soul loves;
I sought him, but found him not;
I called him, but he gave no answer.
"I will rise now and go about the city,
in the streets and in the squares;
I will seek him whom my soul loves."
I sought him, but found him not.
The sentinels found me,
as they went about in the city.
"Have you seen him whom my soul loves?"