I said to my soul, be still,
and wait without hope
For hope would be 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:
For the darkness shall be the light,
and the stillness the dancing.

T.S. Elliot