Presence: Arts That Inspire Reflection & Prayerනියැදිය

The Whisper

Even the magnificence of the storm roar Failed to awaken him. Entangled by a shroud of misery, Exhausted, angry and so desperately alone He was unimpressed by the raging wind and driving rain. Predictable, he thought.

The violence of the earthquake momentarily distracted him; But too lost in his own despair He remained unmoved and bound.

The flames, as spectacular as they were, Failed to stir him. He was no longer a prophet who dealt in fire.

The knots seemed to tighten.

Despairing, Numb, He barely heard the whisper.

Unexpected, Gentle, Tender, The voice named him.

And he was undone.

Written by Chris Matthews