. . . More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheeps or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Not only for themselves but for those who call them friend? For so this whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
Interpretation
The quote highlights the power of prayer and the importance of seeking divine connection not just for oneself, but for others as well.
Alfred Lord Tennyson's quote emphasizes the profound impact that prayer can have on our lives and the world around us. It suggests that while many may underestimate the significance of prayer, it can achieve more than we can imagine. Moreover, it calls for a collective spiritual connection, urging individuals to pray not only for personal needs but also for friends and humanity as a whole. The imagery of being bound by 'gold chains' signifies how deeply interconnected we are through our spiritual ties to the divine.
In practice
In a discussion about faith, one might use this quote to underscore the importance of communal 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
No dragon can resist the fascination of riddling talk and of wasting time trying to understand it.
I have no idea where I'm going but here's the real question: What am I doing here in the first place?
There can be no greater error than to expect, or calculate, upon real favors from nation to nation. It is an illusion which experience must cure, which a just pride ought to discard.
To me, Faith is not just a noun but also a verb
History will also afford frequent opportunities of showing the necessity of a public religion, from its usefulness to the public; the advantage of a religious character among private persons; the mischiefs of superstition, and the excellency of the Christian religion above all others, ancient or modern.
I may not be better than other people, but at least I'm different.
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