The Whisper & The Wind

In a quiet village nestled between the mountains and the sea, there lived a young boy named Elias. The villagers often saw him sitting alone—by the river, under the great oak tree, or on the hill where the wind rushed wild and free. They whispered about him, saying he could hear things that others could not.

This parable "was whispered" to me and I thought I'd share it.

Eager to share his wisdom, Elias told the villagers about his guiding Whisper. He explained that when he sat in silence and practiced presence, a message could be heard. But they laughed, for they only trusted the loud voices of their leaders, the written laws, and the opinions of the crowd.  

One evening, the village elder, a man known for his wisdom, approached Elias by the river. He sat beside him, watching the water ripple. “Boy,” he said, “they say you hear the wind. Tell me, what does it say?”

Elias smiled. “It is always speaking. I only stop long enough to listen.”

The elder scoffed. “If the wind truly spoke, its words would be written in stone.” He shook his head. “But wind is just wind. Your ears are playing tricks on you.” 

Elias lowered his gaze but did not argue. He had learned that even the wisest men would could sometimes not hear.

Seasons passed, and a great storm came. The sky darkened, and the wind howled as none had ever heard before. The people of the village ran in fear, seeking guidance from the loudest voices, but none had answers. Elias, however, sat still, listening. And in that quiet moment, the wind whispered, “Go to the mountain.”

Without hesitation, Elias climbed to higher ground. Some followed him—not because they believed in the whisper, but because they saw his calm in the storm. As the waters rose, those who had dismissed the wind’s voice were caught in the flood.

When the storm passed, Elias returned. The few who had followed him asked, “How did you know to go up the mountain?”

He simply smiled and said, “The Whisper is always there. It is never a secret. I only trusted it.” And from that day forward, the people learned to quiet their minds, to listen, and to trust that true wisdom does not shout—it whispers.