i’m doing a workshop over two days at the Wisdom’s Feast event in a couple of week’s time. The lectionary readings include 1 kings 19 – the story of Elijah fleeing, as a political refugee… he ends up, somewhat shattered and despairing, in a cave.
In the NRSV, the next part of the story is told like this: “Now there was a great wind, so strong that it was splitting mountains and breaking 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 sound of sheer silence.”
if you really came after
the earth would be resounding with your voice.
the silence is – as they say –
we fill the void with chattering voices
we make confident pronouncements
of where you are
and who you will be
to cover your absence.
maybe it takes too much faith
to simply stand at the door of the cave
to face a world that’s
shattered, bereft, broken.
to say we have no words.
to let you stand speechless with us.