A Ring of Endless Light

As this was part of what made A Ring of Endless Light, by Madeline L'Engle, so special to me and A.R.O.E.L. being one of the first books I used to browse people to invite to this blog I found the following poem appropriate. Enjoy...

If thou couldst empty all thyself of self,
Like to a shell dishabited,
Then might He find thee on the Ocean shelf,
And say — "This is not dead,"
—And fill thee with Himself instead.
But thou art all replete with very thou,
And hast such shrewd activity,
That, when He comes,
He says — "This is enow Unto itself
— 'Twere better let it be:It is so small and full, there is no room for Me."

And this is interesting the site that I copied the poem from: http://penelope.uchicago.edu/false.shtml

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