The Silent Voice*

Myriads of gigantic suns
   Racing through the trackless void
      On courses known . . .
   But to an Omniscient Mind

Splendor beyond description,
   Each flaming mass
      Sings with a silent voice . . .
   "God is my Maker!”

         One tiny world boasts,
            There is no God!"

But that God,
   Whom they say does not exist,
      Visited that dejected globe,
   And . . . DIED . . .
                             for me!

*1959, Berrien Springs, Michigan                                                          

Based on: Psalm 19:3, 4 NRSV "There is no speech, nor are there words; their voice is not heard; yet their voice goes out through all the earth, and their words to the end of the world."