But the Lord was not in the wind.
After the wind came an earthquake but the Lord was not in the earthquake.
His touch I could not find.
His answer lay deep in a bottomless lake.

After the earthquake came a fire but the Lord was not in the fire.
And after the fire came the sound of a gentle breeze.
With no effect I pray until I tire.
Until like the touch of a gentle breeze there is a moment to seize.

He will not come in great force.
He will not come with strong demanding.
He comes almost as a matter of course.
Suddenly unbidden he is answering.

His answer is quiet, fleeting.
And then I am left alone to carry on my seeking.