Battering the gates of heaven with the storms of prayer.
Interpretation
This quote emphasizes the power of prayer and the persistent effort one must put into seeking divine connection.
Alfred Lord Tennyson's quote poetically illustrates the idea that prayer should be a fervent and relentless pursuit, akin to battering down the gates of heaven with storms. It suggests that true devotion and sincerity in one's prayers can lead to profound spiritual connection and divine intervention, reinforcing the belief that unwavering faith can overcome obstacles.
In practice
During a church service, this quote can be used to inspire congregants about the importance of persistent prayer.
Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark; For though from out our bourne of Time and Place The flood may bear me far, I hope to see my Pilot face to face When I have crossed the bar.
How many a father have I seen, A sober man, among his boys, Whose youth was full of foolish noise.
O Love! what hours were thine and mine, In lands of palm and southern pine; In lands of palm, of orange-blossom, Of olive, aloe, and maize and vine!
Earth is dry to the centre,_x000D_ But spring, a new comer,_x000D_ A spring rich and strange,_x000D_ Shall make the winds blow_x000D_ Round and round,_x000D_ Thro' and thro',_x000D_ Here and there,_x000D_ Till the air_x000D_ And the ground_x000D_ Shall be fill'd with life anew.
O love, O fire! once he drew With one long kiss my whole soul through My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew.
But thy strong Hours indignant work’d their wills, And beat me down and marr’d and wasted me, And tho’ they could not end me, left me maim’d To dwell in presence of immortal youth, Immortal age beside immortal youth, And all I was, in ashes. - Tithonus
This uneasiness comes over me from time to time, and I feel as if I've somehow been pieced together from two different puzzles.
Death will be too late to bring us aid.
We can see the same spirit in everybody only when we know we are that spirit, Atman or Self. Only a person who has understood his own Self can see that Self in everybody.
Victory and defeat are each of the same price.
Nothing human is finally calculable; even to ourselves we are strange.
The old assumption of the approximate impossibility of war really rested on a similar assumption about the impossibility of evil-and especially of evil in high places.
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