Let the Dark Come


Dear Ms. Feverfew:

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 love and 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. Elliot, “East Coker,” Four Quartets

Much love, M.

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