1 Kings 19:11-13 (The Message)
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.
He barely heard the whisper.
The voice named him.
And he was undone.