Quiet voice

 

Then he was told, “Go, stand on the mountain at attention before God. God will pass by." A hurricane wind ripped through the mountains and shattered the rocks before God, but God wasn’t to be found in the wind; after the wind an earthquake, but God wasn’t in the earthquake; and after the earthquake fire, but God wasn’t in the fire; and after the fire a gentle and quiet whisper. When Elijah heard the quiet voice, he muffled his face with his great cloak, went to the mouth of the cave, and stood there. A quiet voice asked, “So Elijah, now tell me, what are you doing here?”

1 Kings 19:11-13 (The Message)

 

 

The Whisper

 

Even the magnificence of the storm roar

Failed to awaken him.

Entangled by a shroud of misery,

Exhausted, angry and so desperately alone

He was unimpressed by the raging wind and driving rain.

Predictable, he thought. 

 

The violence of the earthquake momentarily distracted him;

But too lost in his own despair

He remained unmoved and bound.

 

The flames, as spectacular as they were,

Failed to stir him.

He was no longer a prophet who dealt in fire.

 

The knots seemed to tighten.

 

Despairing,

Numb,

He barely heard the whisper.

 

Unexpected,

Gentle,

Tender,

The voice named him.

 

And he was undone.

 

 

written by Chris Matthews