Thursday, December 4, 2008

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


janis said...

Joanne, I came across this two days ago and have been mulling over it!


Tara Bennett said...

I honestly don't remember how I got myself here, but I'm glad I did. I love this post. I love the qutoes. I just used the Viktor Frankl quote in my musiings this week. Thank you.


The soul still sings in the darkness telling of the beauty she found there; and daring us not to think that because she passed through such tortures of anguish, doubt, dread, and horror, as has been said, she ran any the more danger of being lost in the night. Nay, in the darkness did she, rather, find herself.

--St. John, Dark Night of the Soul

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