Be Still My Soul

I said to my soul be still

And let the dark come upon you

Which shall be the darkness of God.

Wait without hope,

For hope would be hope

For the wrong thing.

Wait without love,

For love would be love

for 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.

And so the darkness shall become the light,

And the stillness, the dancing.                           

~ T S Eliot ~