The Lord was not in the Wind

He went into the mountain cave Hoping his life from Jezebel to save And a great and mighty wind tore in But the lord was not in the wind. Then the earth quaked, and the ridges heaved But still he wasn't sure that he believed. He feared imminent death, he felt so alone The solid earth was full of shattering stone Then a fire ignited, like candles in air The trees went in flames, and help was not there He raised a cloak as defense, dropped his sword But in the fire there was no sign of the Lord. He feared quick death, so much chaos around But through the noise he heard a still small sound. He walked to the entrance, looked out of the cave After the destruction - what was left to save? The voice spoke quietly, said "Why are you here? Go return: The righteous will join you; the tables will turn." I'm not sure what the story means Maybe the idea is all is not what it seems Perhaps it says to keep your perspective To maintain hope in an ultimate objective. When you get to the torrent that you must ford When you are pursued by an unreasoning horde When you're inclined to stampede with the herd Take time to think for yourself, listen for his Word.