So I'm going to invite Martha to read a little from the Spiritual Canticle.

Sure.

Thank you.

So this is, just to foreground it slightly, the soul searching for the beloved, and it draws heavily on the Song of Songs.

Spiritual Canticle.

Where do you hide apart, beloved, and leave me here to moan? You leapt and bolted like a heart and left me wounded and alone.

I came clamoring after, but you were gone.

I mean, it's eight stanzas.