The Great War

from The Holy War, an electronic edition


Where there is nothing God comes in:

The Very God has room enough

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.