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 love
and the hope

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...


East Coker, T.S. Eliot