Synopsis: Never giving up in the pursuit of your goals involves a lot of instances of giving up. There are those times in the lives of every one of us when we run out of strength and out of options.
One of the mysteries of life is that there is something that responds to prayer. Sometimes immediately. This poem was probably written in a state of dejection.
Oft have I seen at some cathedral door
A laborer, pausing in the dust and heat,
Lay down his burden, and with reverent feet
Enter, and cross himself, and on the floor
Kneel to repeat his paternoster o'er;
Far off the noises of the world retreat;
The loud vociferations of the street
Become an indistinguishable roar.
So, as I enter here from day to day,
And leave my burden at this minster gate,
Kneeling in prayer, and not ashamed to pray,
The tumult of the time disconsolate
To inarticulate murmurs dies away,
While the eternal ages watch and wait.