In Horeb* in Elijah`s cave,
i keenly wait in each resonance,
the mighty Lord moves,
in sounds of sheer silence.
In faith's chamber I retreat,
hope pulls life through this phase
in love rhythm throbs my heart,
to stay in my dear Lord's face.
He hasn't been in a tempest,
earthquake or fire,
or terror and wars in His holy name.
In serene silence, His spirit does dwell.
Feel Him in the tiniest sound of natures,
in the music of His own creatures
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
He hasn't been in a tempest, earthquake or fire, or terror and wars in His holy name. Dwells in sounds of silence, sheer. Elijah and the mount Horeb.. lovely poem. those who read holy Bible will understand your poem and the images and the conclusion, that God lives in sheer silence. great poem from your priestly heart. tony
Thank you dearest Tony for taking time to read my poem and kindly commenting and generously praising it.