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 the light, and the stillness the dancing.
-T.S. Eliot, Four Quarters