I first read this poem as a seminarian reading a book on Hermeneutics, and I have ironically used this for a lot of things in my life. So often we give up too soon not realizing the breakthrough could be only an inch away. Keep pushing!!!!!
“Peering into the mists of gray That shroud the surface of the bay, Nothing I see except a veil of fog surrounding every sail. Then suddenly against a cape A Vast and silent form takes shape, A great ship lies against the shore Where nothing has appeared before.
Who sees a truth must often gaze into a fog for many days; It may seem very sure to him Nothing is there but mist-clouds dim. Then, suddenly, his eyes will see A shape where nothing used to be. Discoveries are missed each day By men who turn too soon away.”
Clarence Edward Flynn