Click here to listen to Marion recite a portion of this classic poem by T.S. 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 of the wrong thing; there is yet faith
But the faith and the hope and the love are all in the waiting.
And do not think, for you are not ready for thought:
So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.
-T.S. Eliot