Flagged to me by E two days ago in a taxi while driving through Madrid, an excerpt of T.S. Eliot's second quartet, East Coker:
[...]
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
[...]
Touching image of children waiting for hope in London (1940) after a Nazi raid
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