The Voice

                             The Voice

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1 Kings 19:11-12 And he said, Go forth, and stand upon the mount before the LORD. And, behold, the LORD passed by, and a great and strong wind rent the mountains, and brake in pieces the rocks 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: And after the earthquake a fire; but the LORD was not in the fire: and after the fire a still small voice.

And the angel of the Lord appeared unto him in a flame of fire out of the midst of a bush: and he looked, and, behold, the bush burned with fire, and the bush was not consumed.

And Moses said, I will now turn aside, and see this great sight, why the bush is not burnt.

And when the Lord saw that he turned aside to see, God called unto him out of the midst of the bush, and said, Moses, Moses. And he said, Here am I.

And he said, Draw not nigh hither: put off thy shoes from off thy feet, for the place whereon thou standest is holy ground.

Moreover he said, I am the God of thy father, the God of Abraham, the God of Isaac, and the God of Jacob. And Moses hid his face; for he was afraid to look upon God.  ~Exodus 3: 2-6

We all are fearing that that voice will speak,
But how will it be spoken? Will we hear
It when it whispers in an ancient Greek
Severity of stone hard Doric fear?
Perhaps a still, small hoarseness in a fire
Will echo in the deserts of our soul
When grief has overtaken us entire.
Perhaps a lotus blossom is the scroll

     Lotus Blossom by drphuc pixabay.com/p-5292556

Containing silence greater than the Word,
A nothingness assuring us of peace
No syllables could give. A dream of blurred
Divinity might stutter and then cease.
..A wheezing seer gurgles in a drawl,
….“Perhaps there is no speaker after all.”

Phillip Whidden