The Wisdom in Waiting

Friends,

In this season of hope in the dark, I offer these eternal words of wisdom, which so perfectly embrace the spirit of Advent.  May your final week of waiting for the light be filled with a deep conviction that you are held upon this earth by an all-embracing love.

Wait Without Hope

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.
Whisper of running streams, and winter lightning.
The wild thyme unseen and the wild strawberry,
The laughter in the garden, echoed ecstasy
Not lost, but requiring, pointing to the agony
Of death and birth.

T. S. Eliot, East Coker