Poetry from the Cabin 01/11/2024

All grows quiet, for sound is energy displaced
Why fear silence?, in it we hear the coming grave
All our noise, made to bolster our significance
Our own voice, a cry for our deliverance

Stop Listen,
    Hear the voice so still and small
    Behind the rocks and thunder fall
    Truer than death and war and all
    Shut out the noise and hear His call

Quiet, Within
    The Silence

Elijah Meets God at Horeb
1 Kings 19:11-13 NRSV
11 He said, “Go out and stand on the mountain before the Lord, for the Lord is about to pass by.” Now there was a great wind, so strong that it was splitting mountains and breaking 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 sound of sheer silence. 13 When Elijah heard it, he wrapped his face in his mantle and went out and stood at the entrance of the cave. Then there came a voice to him that said, “What are you doing here, Elijah?”