Perhaps the stars emit a sound wave that is a symphony we cannot hear.

Perhaps the sky is etched with words of wisdom that our illiteracy calls “nimbus clouds,” and “weather patterns”.

Perhaps the rocks resonate with rejoicings that we cannot recognize as crying out, yet it is.

Perhaps the trees of the fields have arms and hands that are poised for applause, though we say they are stretching out shade.

Perhaps the animals indeed form words of submission and awe that we imitate to our babbling babies as noises, just noises.

Perhaps the earth shivers and shakes because God is speaking, and not because of shifting plates.

With only five senses, how can we know the holy language, music, and groanings that echo through the universe? With a vapor-breath and one moment to look around at the world, we barely make out the reality of God, let alone believe His Word or daydream about all there could be.

But You, God, are familiar with our limitations. You remember that we are dust. In the few moments we peer around, you proclaim Yourself more boldly than do fleshy billboards, banners flown across the sky, or advertisements on our screens.

We lament and blame the media, searing itself onto our eyes; but You saw to it to sear Yourself onto our souls.

Jesus, you were humble when you stepped into a body, accepting – for 33 years! – the limitation of five senses that perhaps shut out your ability to soak in the adoration and acclamation of the universe; the praise that you typically heard every moment of your eternal life.

How quiet it must have seemed to emerge into a world where you could only hear praise from humans.

Did it take some time for your ears to adjust as we didn’t recognize you but silently went about our business? Even though you knew our hearts, were you still taken-aback by our stubborn lock-jaw and proud, straight knees?

I am so sorry.

Great High Priest, grant that my life would be a loud and constant issue of praise to bless your heart, seeing and singing about the You that is revealed through all You have made.

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The heavens declare the glory of God; and the firmament sheweth his handywork.
Day unto day uttereth speech, and night unto night sheweth knowledge.
There is no speech nor language, where their voice is not heard…
…Let the words of my mouth, and the meditation of my heart, be acceptable in thy sight, O LORD, my strength, and my redeemer.
Psalm 19