The Four Quartets: An excerpt

I said to my soul

Be still

And wait without hope

For it would be hope for the wrong thing;

Wait without love

For it would be love of the wrong thing;

There is yet faith,

but the faith

and love

and hope

are all in waiting

Thus, wait without thought

For you are not ready for thought

And in the darkness there shall be light,

And in the stillness, dancing…

Pointing to the agony of birth and death.

T.S. Eliot