The Still Small Voice

It is in the high and lofty mountains

That the mind is free to soar,

Far above the ease and comfort

Of the fertile valley floor,

In the region where the air is clear,

Where the eyes look far and wide,

Where life is but a little speck

On the rock strewn mountainside.

It is in the sheltered, peaceful valley

That the mind can go quietly deep,

Far from the icy blast of wind

Of mountains stark and steep,

In the region where the grass is lush,

Where the water sparkles and gleams,

Where life flows unobtrusively by

Like a meandering valley stream.

So cling to the side of a rock

Where the ice driven blast blows,

Or lie down in the dappled shade

Where the meandering stream flows,

But listen hard, wherever you are,

Let the gentle whisper draw near,

For the still small voice is all around

For those who have ears to hear.

1 Kings 19:10-12 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; and after the earthquake a fire, but the LORD was not in the fire; and after the fire a still small voice.