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The Moon By Night

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Behold, He that keepeth Israel shall neither slumber nor sleep.

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The Moon By Night skip to main | skip to sidebar The Moon By Night "Behold, He that keepeth Israel shall neither slumber nor sleep." Sunday, September 11, 2016 A shell, dishabited This blog is named after a book by Madeleine L'Engle, one of my favorite authors and, as I have written about elsewhere, a great comfort to me in my childhood onwards. In one of her books, Meet the Austins, she quotes a poem by Thomas Brown (no, not Thomas Browne, the riveting author of Religio Medici, but a more obscure poet) called "Indwelling": 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." The poem made an impact on me all those ...

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