The one thing you can do is to do nothing. Wait . . . You will find that you survive humiliation and hat's an experience of incalculable value.

I said to my soul be still, and wait without hope; for hope would be hope of the wrong thing; wait without love, for love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet fath. But the faith, and the 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.

I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope, For hope would be hope for the wrong thing.

And I will show you something different from either your shadow at morning striding behind you or your shadow at evening rising to meet you; I will show you fear in a handful of dust.

That corpse you planted last year in your garden, / Has it begun to sprout? Will it bloom this year?

I will show you fear in a handful of dust.