Numinous

Sometimes I just need to look at the sky

Photo by Klemen Vrankar on Unsplash

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Numinous (NOO-min-us, adj.)                                                                                                                                        
Filled with a sense of the presence of divinity. 

When I have grown sick
of ambition, of self-obsession, 
I stand beneath the boughs of a twilight sky.

I stare into the rose-blue 
waters of the heavens, flecked with stars
drawn by my Father’s finger. 

I think of Abraham, 
and the cosmic promise he received
on a cold desert night.

I think of Christ, 
crying out in the garden
beneath a silent moon.

I shiver at my smallness,
at my belovedness.

I say nothing,
and listen to the song of spheres.

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“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.”

—Psalm 19:1-4 (NIV)

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