gentle blowing moment

I have been moored lately
in Kings 19 with Elijah and the cave

took him 40 days to reach the cave
he went alone
nourished only by God given bread
and God given water

he went in fear
and stayed in the cave
out of fear

fear of something he had fought
and beaten

he lodged in the cave
he set up his tent to dwell
inside this cave

he intended to stay
inside this cave

it was deep inside this cave
this womb in the mountain of God
that the Voice found him

and called him to come forth
to see his God pass by

he saw the wind tear the mountain
and break rocks into pieces

he felt the earthquake shake and rip the land

he stood in the heat of the great fire

but he did not see his God

it was a gentle blowing
that told him
God was near

a soft breeze that caused him to cover his face
and leave his cave

he stood
still
through all the ways he had seen God before
and waited
for the gentle blowing

do you suppose
our busyness creates such a wind
that we miss
the gentle blowing

the gale of our rushing through life
our expectations of seeing God the ways we have seen Him before
swallow and blind us
to the gentle blowing

this gentle blowing
that is only recognized
in stillness

standing
and
waiting
at the mouth
of our cave

could it even be
that we build our own caves
out of fear
and busyness
that we spend unnecessarily long seasons
deep inside a cave we have fashioned
to hide in
simply because
we are unable to stand still
wait
and listen
for the gentle blowing