“I said to my soul,
be still, and wait without hope
For hope would be
hope for the wrong thing; wait without love,
For love would be
love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith
But the faith and
the hope and the love are all in the waiting.
Wait without
thought, for you are not ready for thought:
So the darkness
shall be the light and the stillness the dancing.”
From
‘The Four Quartets – East Coker’ by T S Eliot
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