Trust the Process

The moment of the rose and
the moment of the yew tree
Are of equal duration.

A people without history
Is not redeemed from time,
for history is a pattern

Of timeless moments.
So,
while the light fails
On a winter's afternoon,
in a secluded chapel
History is now….

With the drawing of this Love and the voice of this Calling
We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring

Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.

- T.S. Eliot, The Four Quartets