1 Kings 19:11-13 (NKJV-bold text mine)
11 Then He said, “Go out, and stand on the mountain before the Lord.” And behold, the Lord passed by, and a great and strong wind tore into the mountains and broke the rocks in pieces before the Lord, but the Lord was not in the wind; and after the wind an earthquake, but the Lord was not in the earthquake; 12 and after the earthquake a fire, but the Lord was not in the fire; and after the fire a still small voice.
13 So it was, when Elijah heard it, that he wrapped his face in his mantle and went out and stood in the entrance of the cave. Suddenly a voice came to him, and said, “What are you doing here, Elijah?”
Subtlety suddenly courses my soul, as obvious as a torrent of unction—leaves me bold.
How oft I’ve mistaken crescendo as Presence.
Most of our walk, with Jesus, is a discussion toward Heaven.
You’ve come to talk to us, Saviour, as friends would at a table,
eye-to-eye, mind-to-mind, commitment engendered.
And if man's rumbling of contention should try to surface,
You wait for our monologues and attempted parley to pause.
You exchange your Word to coax our responding,
your Spirit answering--we by obedience listening.
Further discussion is sometimes far from needed.
We welcome the interludes between words of respect.
We then still hear your Voice by remembering You've spoken.
11 Then He said, “Go out, and stand on the mountain before the Lord.” And behold, the Lord passed by, and a great and strong wind tore into the mountains and broke the rocks in pieces before the Lord, but the Lord was not in the wind; and after the wind an earthquake, but the Lord was not in the earthquake; 12 and after the earthquake a fire, but the Lord was not in the fire; and after the fire a still small voice.
13 So it was, when Elijah heard it, that he wrapped his face in his mantle and went out and stood in the entrance of the cave. Suddenly a voice came to him, and said, “What are you doing here, Elijah?”
Subtlety suddenly courses my soul, as obvious as a torrent of unction—leaves me bold.
How oft I’ve mistaken crescendo as Presence.
Most of our walk, with Jesus, is a discussion toward Heaven.
You’ve come to talk to us, Saviour, as friends would at a table,
eye-to-eye, mind-to-mind, commitment engendered.
And if man's rumbling of contention should try to surface,
You wait for our monologues and attempted parley to pause.
You exchange your Word to coax our responding,
your Spirit answering--we by obedience listening.
Further discussion is sometimes far from needed.
We welcome the interludes between words of respect.
We then still hear your Voice by remembering You've spoken.
