You are in the time of the interim When everything seems withheld.
The path you took to get here has washed out, The way forward is still concealed from you.
The old is not old enough to have died away, The new is still too young to be born.
You cannot lay claim to anything, In this time of dusk . . .
As far as you can, hold your confidence. Do not allow your confusion to squander This call which is loosening your roots That you might come free
From all you have outgrown. . . .
John O’Donohue
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