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Where there is nothing God comes in: The Very God has room
In the poor heart that's stripped so clean Of earth and all the joys thereof.
I looked for shadow and the night When Death had taken her Love away,
But for the darkness there was light, And for the night clear floods of day.
Great light that filled it to the brim And overflowed and spilt around,
Flowing from Him, pulsing from Him, And all the heart was holy ground.
The earth, the heavens, cannot contain Our God, nor any starry place;
But He who takes delight with men Bounds Him within a narrow space.
And where her poor heart bleeds and breaks Because her dearest Love is dead,
The Lord of Life comes in and takes Warm to His arms the piteous head.
Katharine Tynan
Katharine Tynan (23 January 1859 – 2 April 1931) was an Irish writer,[1] known mainly for her novels and poetry. After her marriage in 1898 to t
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