On this sunny breezy Sunday afternoon I'm reading T. S. Eliot's Four Quartets. It's my first time through what Eliot considered his masterpiece and much of it is flying over my head with the breeze. Obviously this collection of four poems will require re-reading and abiding with for awhile. Even so, the first read through is generous with food for thought.
From the second poem, "East Coker":
"I said to my soul, be still, and let the dark come upon you
Which shall be the darkness of God. As, in a theatre,
The lights are extinguished, for the scene to be changed..."