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 wait-
ting.
Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought:
So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the
Dancing.





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“East Coker”
T.S.Eliot

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