I said to my soul, be still

If you are like me, impatient and impetuous, fiery and restless–and Hump Day is the worst, anything in the middle and halfway is unbearable–then let these words soothe the embers of your soul:

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.

– An excerpt from “East Coker,” part of T.S. Eliot’s Four Quartets