Liefdesgebede Deel 27

<p>I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope<br> For hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love,<br> For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith<br> But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.<br> Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought:<br> So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.<br> Whisper of running streams, and winter lightning.<br> The wild thyme unseen and the wild strawberry,<br> The laughter in the garden, echoed ecstasy<br> Not lost, but requiring, pointing to the agony<br> Of death and birth.</p>