I said to my soul, be still and let the dark come upon you

Which shall be the darkness of God…

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 darkness shall be light, and the stillness the dancing.

from Four Quartets