To the Holy Spirit - Wendell Berry
O Thou, far off and here, whole and broken,
Who in necessity and in bounty wait,
Whose truth is both light and dark,
mute though spoken,
By thy wide Grace show me
Thy narrow gate.
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.
