The End of the Path - Re-Posted

  
It looks as if it leads nowhere,

But that’s where I must go.
For when I’ve left the world behind
My thoughts turn clear and slow.

The chaos of this busy world
Settles in its true place
And I, once more, remember life
Is formed within Your Grace.

Then I can hear that still, small voice
That I love tending to,
For there, at the end of the path,
At last, Lord, I hear You. 

1 Kings 19:12 

After the earthquake came a fire, but the Lord was not in the fire. And after the fire came a gentle whisper.