Snow falling and night falling fast, oh, fast
In a field I looked into going past,
And the ground almost covered smooth in snow,
But a few weeds and stubble showing last.
The woods around it have it–it is theirs.
All animals are smothered in their lairs.
I am too absent-spirited to count;
The loneliness includes me unawares.
And lonely as it is that loneliness
Will be more lonely ere it will be less–
A blanker whiteness of benighted snow
With no expression, nothing to express.
They cannot scare me with their empty spaces
Between stars–on stars where no human race is.
I have it in me so much nearer home
To scare myself with my own desert places.
-Robert Frost
What desert places in your soul are lonesome and frightening to you? How can I pray for you this week?
arabah rejoice 
Loneliness and some other things I can’t publicly express right now. Thanks for the poem…Being in a desert place is scary and achingly painful, especially when you don’t know how long the desert will last. It is that not knowing that makes it difficult. I thank God that His mercies are new every morning and that He is my hiding place.
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Praying for you right now, sweet friend. As you said, not knowing the journey is painful and scary. God will be your refuge, your ever-present help. And I pray He will send others to walk beside you, too.
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