Lessons In Waiting

Recently I've discovered T.S. Eliot, who speaks of the idea of death and birth and much, much more in his "Four Quartets." The following passage convicted me one evening last week, when I was tempted to throw a temper tantrum and demand a baby from God NOW! Lessons in waiting.

"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 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."

"Whisper of running streams, and winter lightning.
The wild thyme unseen and the wild strawberry,
The laughter in the garden, echoed ecstasy
Not lost, but requiring, pointing to the agony
Of death and birth."