I said to my soul

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 darnkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing. From The Four Quartets, "East Coker" T.S.Eliot