THE Prophet stood On the high mount, and saw the tempest cloud Pour the fierce whirlwind from its reservoir Of congregated gloom. The mountain oak, Torn from the earth, heaved high its roots where once Its branches waved. The fir-tree's shapely form, Smote by the tempest, lashed the mountain's side. Yet, calm in conscious purity, the Seer Beheld the awful desolation, for The Eternal Spirit moved not in the storm. The tempest ceased. The caverned earthquake burst Forth from its prison, and the mountain rocked Even to its base. The topmost crags were thrown, With fearful crashing, down its shuddering sides. Unawed, the Prophet saw and heard; he felt Not in the earthquake moved the God of Heaven. The murmur died away; and from the height, Torn by the storm and shattered by the shock, Rose far and clear a pyramid of flame Mighty and vast; the startled mountain deer Shrank from its glare, and cowered within the shade; The wild fowl shrieked -- but even then the Seer Untrembling stood and marked the fearful glow, For Israel's God came not within the flame! The fiery beacon sank. A still, small voice, Unlike to human sound, at once conveyed Deep awe and reverence to his pious heart. Then bowed the holy man; his face he veiled Within his mantle -- and in meekness owned The presence of his God, discerned not in The storm, the earthquake, or the mighty flame. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: ALONZO CHURCHILL by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SHE HEARS THE STORM by THOMAS HARDY ECCLESIASTES by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE A BUDDING MORROW by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN AS LOVELY AS THEY by EVA MARBELL BONDI SONNET ON MOOR PARK - WRITTEN AUGUST 20, 1807 by SAMUEL EGERTON BRYDGES FOUR EPISTLES: MIRACLE AT THE FEAST OF PENTECOST: 1 by JOHN BYROM |