Thursday, December 15, 2011

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 hope and the love 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 "Ella butterfly" posing graciously for the camera

This humbles me into quiet stillness today. Yet more stunning wisdom from T.S. Eliot's beautiful, beautiful, beautiful East Coker III, Four Quartets, 1940.


For those who were playing along at home and made a guess at the little face in the image in this recent post, here she is.... a delicate white moth. I encourage you to click on the photo above and have a look at a larger version, she's exquisite. In this house, they're known as "Ella Butterflies" because the LGBB has noticed they seem to hang around her big sister's beautiful rose bush. Thanks to her indoctrination from watching the Tinkerbell movies, she tells me that "white butterflies" haven't been painted by the fairies yet.

Has a certain symmetry to it, I think.

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