Where there is nothing God comes in: <br />The Very God has room enough <br />In the poor heart that's stripped so clean <br />Of earth and all the joys thereof. <br /> <br />I looked for shadow and the night <br />When Death had taken her Love away, <br />But for the darkness there was light, <br />And for the night clear floods of day. <br /> <br />Great light that filled it to the brim <br />And overflowed and spilt around, <br />Flowing from Him, pulsing from Him, <br />And all the heart was holy ground. <br /> <br />The earth, the heavens, cannot contain <br />Our God, nor any starry place; <br />But He who takes delight with men <br />Bounds Him within a narrow space. <br /> <br />And where her poor heart bleeds and breaks <br />Because her dearest Love is dead, <br />The Lord of Life comes in and takes <br />Warm to His arms the piteous head.<br /><br />Katharine Tynan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/emptiness-53/
