There are times when words won’t do.
In the face of great beauty or great loss,
Words show their frailty,
Their ragged edges fraying in the wind.
We clasp our hands across our mouths
When we encounter horror.
It is all too big for words; for us.
So, it should not be a surprise
When we discover
That no words can capture God.
(A turn of phrase that makes it doubly clear.)
Words are a wonderful gift,
Helping us scoop meaning from the soup of life,
But they are not enough, not enough, to hold it all.
And so, when words fail,
I hope to stop the struggle to find them,
And, instead, let myself be found,
Snuggled worldessly within your arms.