Elijah

 

AND I LOOKED FOR THE LORD

WALKING THE HIGH RIDGE BUFFETED BY STORM

WATCHING THE AVALANCHE COME CRASHING DOWN

AND CRIED

WHERE ARE YOU LORD

BUT HEARD ONLY THE WIND

I STOOD BEFORE A WATERFALL

AND WATCHED THE MAGNIFICENT PLUNGE OF WATER

DEAFENED BY ITS ROAR

AND CRIED

WHERE ARE YOU LORD

THE WOODS CAUGHT FIRE THE FLAME RAGED FIERCE

THE HEAT BROKE ROCKS

RELENTLESS WAS THE FLAME

IT COULD NOT BE CONTAINED

AND I CRIED

WHERE ARE YOU GOD

THEN ONE FALL DAY

BY A LITTLE BROOK

WITH BUT THE SUN TO WARM ME

A BIT OF A BREEZE SPUN SOME LEAVES

AND SAID

HERE

FRANK A VOLLMER