Poem June 21, 1947 Issue

Locating Power

PEARL STRACHAN HURD

Elijah sat disconsolate under a juniper tree.
He had proved so much. By Cherith the ravens had brought him bread.
He had led
The people and raised the dead.
And now he sat in the wilderness, a refugee.

He had had enough, he told the Lord, and asked to die;
But he knew, down in his heart, he was listening to a lie,
That God once more
Would feed him and restore
His hope. This led to Horeb, and the Lord passed by.

And as He passed, a hurricane in that same hour
Split the rocks, uprooted earth and tree and flower.
There came
An earthquake, and then flame.
Elijah knew that none of these had power.

Earthquake, wind, and fire went. God was not there.
The still small voice that answered Elijah's fervent prayer,
The voice that followed,
The voice showed
Elijah where.