but the Lord was not in the violent wind
1 Kings 19:11
whisper to me, gentle breeze
breath divine, speak love
heart me now, creative word
paint me strokes of wild color
float me high above fluffy clouds
wandering, wispy, wondering
where you hide
play me strings of harmony
lull me into grace,
oh, gentle breeze
Bjorn hosts Quadrille 10 this week at dVerse Poets’ Pub. The poem must be exactly 44 words and include the word “breeze.”
The title and poem is inspired by I Kings 19, 11-13. Elijah, seeking God on the mountain top finally finds him in a gentle breeze. Here’s the source quote:
“Then the Lord said, “Go out and stand on the mountain top before the Lord; the Lord will pass by. There was a strong and violent wind rending the mountains–but the Lord was not in the wind; after the wind, an earthquake–but the Lord was not in the earthquake; after the earthquake, fire–but the Lord was not in the fire. After the fire, a light silent sound. When he heard this, Elijah hid his face in his cloak…”