Listen (excerpt) - Fran Carbonaro
somewhere between
terror and trust runs
the deeper river
of resolve, and there
we will reside, there
the sun outshines
the fires of grief
a prayer rises up
in a yet unspoken
language of light
Wait Without Hope - T.S. Eliot (For Holy Saturday)
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 for 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.
