Poem August 14, 1948 Issue

THE STILL, SMALL VOICE

Alan W. Thwaites

Weary beneath the juniper,
Seeking oblivion in sleep,
Elijah heard, "Arise and eat,"
And found that sustenance was there.

Strengthened to end his journeying,
He sought for shelter in a cave;
And to its deep recesses came
The angel presence questioning,

"What dost thou here?" Defensively
He pleaded of the perils brought
Upon him in his lonely course,
Though he had served God jealously.

"Go forth upon the mount"—the call
Aroused Elijah, raised his eyes.
He saw the empty storms go by,
Then heard the voice, so still and small.

And as he learned what God had planned,
He turned, and all his loneliness,
The weight of self-wrought heaviness,
Dissolved before that clear command.

Though earthquake, wind, and fire, unspent,
Weary the world with threatening noise,
The listener to the still, small voice
Finds freedom from discouragement.

Alan W. Thwaites

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