Poets know…
Be patient. Let’s teach each other how to wait, like TS Elliot taught us.
I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope
For hope would be hope for the wrong thing…
Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought:
So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.
And Jan Richardson offers a map for uncertain times.
This is not any map you know.
Forget longitude. Forget latitude.
…the road you walk will lead you finally inside,
through the labyrinth of your own heart and belly
…the treasure in this map
is buried not at journey’s end
but at its beginning.