When we hear the word unspeakable, it often carries a heavy weight. It conjures images of horrors so dark, so heinous, that words fail us. We hesitate to even name such things aloud.
But there’s another side to unspeakable, one brimming with beauty and awe. There are moments in our lives—sacred, transcendent moments—that are unspeakable in the best way.
Why are they unspeakable? Because words fall short. Even saying “thoughts,” “feelings,” or “movements of the soul” feels inadequate, like trying to describe the infinite with a fleeting breath.
Think of the stillness of Eucharistic adoration. Or the unfathomable intimacy of receiving Christ in the Blessed Sacrament. Or the profound absolution in the confessional. In those moments, what words could possibly suffice?
Yes, we try. We offer our prayers, whisper our thanks, or stammer expressions of love. But sometimes, the holiest response is silencel.
Perhaps not every experience demands to be spoken. Perhaps, in the face of the unspeakable, we are simply called to be. To rest in His presence. To let the silence speak for us.