Voices

Voices

Cock the head,
cup the ears toward heaven
Listen: nothing
but the steady electric hum
of an aging refrigerator.
Perhaps, outside, in the wind…

Elijah heard it in the still small voice,
not the tempest.
Shielded in the cleft of a rock.
Perhaps, I need shielded
from the elements of the word
to hear…

c. Darlene Moore Berg

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