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.
Written by Chris Matthews
Digital Art by Adam Howie