Wait Without Hope by T.S. Eliot

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

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Forgive me, friend,
I wasn't searching because
I could scarcely hope to dream up
someone as wonderful as you.
Beyond all I could hope for,
past every thought of every good thing
is where you are.
It is enough to know I know you now;
It is already an embarrassment of riches.
I didn't have or deserve the knowledge
that someone like you existed;
I have enough love now to
stretch back across the lonely
pre-you years by myself.
I was always waiting for you
and didn't know it.