Thank you Mr Eliot

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 for the wrong thing;
there is yet faith
but faith and love and hope are all in the waiting.
Wait without thought,
for you are not ready for thought:
so darkness shall be the light
and the stillness the dancing.

Heard this on Radio 4 the other day.
The words resonate
with a special meaning
in my current state of mind:

wait without thought
for you are not ready for thought

Very likely that I am frantically
carving out a mental escape hatch,
a slick denial chute perhaps

but I don't care
the words are soothing
like my mother's hand
on my feverish brow
(a lifetime[?] ago):

wait without thought
for you are not ready for thought