The powerful gentle whisper

A Sunday morning poetry reflection inspired by 1 Kings 19:11 – 13

And he said, “Go out and stand on the mount before the Lord.” And behold, the Lord passed by, and a great and strong wind tore the mountains and broke in pieces the rocks 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 the sound of a low whisper. And when Elijah heard it, he wrapped his face in his cloak and went out and stood at the entrance of the cave. And behold, there came a voice to him and said, “What are you doing here, Elijah?”

1 Kings 19:11‭-‬13 ESV

A gentle whisper 
That is how you came
Not in the powerful wind
Earthquake or fire
But gently whispering

A whisper so peaceful
A presence so identifiable
No doubt
That it is only
God touching earth

Your power, your strength
So strong, yet so gentle
There is no way to ignore
Your presence as a whisper
Passing by

Your whisper
Your strength and power
Now lives in us
Through your Holy Spirit
Still powerful and true

A power not to be taken frivously
Taking God for granted
His spirit
Living in us
Whispering tremendous power

Power that rose Jesus
From death to life
For us to live
Not in the grave
But joyous in victory

No situation to big or small
God whispers
Let me do this
And break the chain
So you can walk with me freely

Removing the blight

To say I am disgruntled by a typical “English summer” is probably an understatement.

My head, from the moment I woke was one of negativity and not joy. Despite listening to worship songs and praying it wouldn’t shift.

Off to the garden I went. After weeks of rain and gloom it needed a tidy. While trying to save my tomato plants from blight it occurred to me that my soul was blighted.

My mind cloudy in mouldy thoughts far from love. My mind running away in despair and gloom of thoughts that most likely will never happen.

As I trimmed and snipped the stems that weren’t falling apart in my hands, I suddenly though of the bible verse from John 15.

I am the vine; you are the branches. Whoever abides in me and I in him, he it is that bears much fruit, for apart from me you can do nothing.

John 15:5

It dawned on me that I needed pruning. As prayers flowed while trimming and snipping it led to a period of quiet and reflection once tidied. I let God work within me.

Sometimes life takes over and recently it has been full on busy. I forgot to be still and just carried on with the to do list.

If you are feeling blighted and that your mind is clouded. Step back, sit down and let God prune away the blight and restore your vine.

It's been a little crazy
My mind was going goo goo
My branches getting weighed down
By blight and mildew
Causing comparison, hatred and jealousy


It's time to take a break
And let the gardener do his thing
Trimming and pruning back my sin
Restoring the fruit of the sprit
That I need to grow and nourish my soul

Once pruned and restored
My soul how well it is
Singing songs of joy
Praises all around
To my God, the gardener