After the fire, a still, gentle breeze ” (1 Kings 19:11 - 12).
It is the Whisper, a thread of sonorous silence.
It is the breath of a grace, of a message of presence that accompanies, that leads.
It is a smell of the new that invites us to travel the path of a forgotten beauty, a reminder of the simple joy of life's journey. A constant sound, a certain presence, even when we think we are alone.
It is the commitment of every man to return and cover his face with the unexpected that speaks, just as the prophet Elijah did. Without noise, in secret.
