unspoken truth

The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands. Day after day they pour forth speech; night after night they reveal knowledge. They have no speech, they use no words; no sound is heard from them. Yet their voice goes out into all the earth, their words to the ends of the world. In the heavens God has pitched a tent for the sun. It is like a bridegroom coming out of his chamber, like a champion rejoicing to run his course. It rises at one end of the heavens and makes its circuit to the other; nothing is deprived of its warmth.

Psalm 19:1-6 (NIV®)

Surprised in the moment,

Mesmerised by a night sky

Resplendent in wordless wonder,

This expansive extravagance

Holds me transfixed;

The eloquence of starlight:

Unspoken truth whispers to my soul.

Invited to the shared meal,

I know such welcome and warmth

In this place of plenty;

I know and am known,

Secure in the certainty

Of my seat at such a table:

Unspoken truth restores my soul.

Joyfully I receive the gift of love,

Offered in a moment of risk;

This adventure of the heart,

Arms opened in vulnerable invitation

I find myself tightly held,

Made complete by this embrace:

Unspoken truth strengthens my soul.

Chris Matthews

Digital Art by Adam Howie