I said to my soul be still, and wait without hope; for hope 

would be hope of 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.

~ T.S. Eliot

Photograph of my love and me, taken on our November hike in the Angelina Forest