Today’s Theme: Desert Places
Poem: Desert Places
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 (1874-1963) poet, four time Nobel Prize winner, and poet laureate
Proverb:
“In the beginning there is struggle and a lot of work for those who come near to God. But after that there is indescribable joy. It is just like building a fire: at first it is smoky and your eyes water, but later you get the desired result. Thus we ought to light the divine fire in ourselves with tears and effort.”
--------------------- Amma St. Syncletica of Alexandria (mid 4th century- mid 5th century), one of the “Desert Mothers,” Christian ascetics who lived in solitude in the desert
Painting: Icon of Amma St. Syncletica
Prayer: Desert Prayer
I am not asking you
to take this wilderness from me,
to remove this place of starkness
where I come to know
the wildness within me,
where I learn to call the names
of the ravenous beasts
that pace inside me,
to finger the brambles
that snake through my veins,
to taste the thirst
that tugs at my tongue.
But send me
tough angels,
sweet wine,
strong bread:
just enough.
—--------------- Jan Richardson, Methodist pastor, artist, and poet, from In Wisdom’s Path: Discovering the Sacred in Every Season
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