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?"
Friday, August 24, 2007
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.