Poetry by T.S. Eliot

I do not remember when I first read T.S. Eliot's final stanza of Four Quartets. Certainly it was prior to 1996, more than ten years ago. The poetry - written below - always makes my heart catch in my throat. At this moment, I wonder if there is someone out there who needs it to speak to their heart too.

Excerpt from Little Gidding (No. 4 of Four Quartets) from stanza IV
by T.S. Eliot

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.
Through the unknown, unremembered gate
When the last of earth left to discover
Is that which was the beginning;
At the source of the longest river
The voice of the hidden waterfall
And the children in the apple tree
Not known, because not looked for
But heart, half-heard, in the stillness
Between two waves of the sea.
Quick now, here, now, always--
A condition of complete simplicity
(Costing not less than everything)
And all shall be well and
All manner of thing shall be well
When the tongues of flame are in-folded
Into the crowned knot of fire
And the fire and the rose are one.