Sometimes there are no words, sometimes words are too many and sometimes too few.
Sometimes we are overwhelmed by a beautiful gesture, a kindly word or good deed done for us at great personal cost and sacrifice to the giver; at other times the sunrise, sunset, light on water, autumnal colours, enthralling music just take our powers of speech.
Should we be surprised then that the same holds good for our prayers, sometimes our meeting with God just stuns us into silence.
‘When he opened the seventh seal, there was silence in heaven for about half an hour’ (Rev. 8 v1)
Happy John, that he should have been given such a witness!
Happy those who know, the love of God, beyond all our telling and words, silently given as the Rose gives its fragrance!