Coming home in the deepening dusk, I found flowers on my doorstep.
It's the winter solstice, a time laden with hope and meaning. Today we need all the light we can get, but tomorrow we can start to say, tentatively, "The days are getting longer...."
from FOUR QUARTETS by T.S. Eliot
O dark dark dark. They all go into the dark.
The vacant interstellar spaces......
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.