Clouds at His Feet

Nahum 1:3

 

The dust that lies in scattered cracks

around that golden street

On earth, struck hearts with glory songs

When glowing radiant in the sun

In grand high majesty at dawn

 

But here, around those Pierced Feet

of glory, clouds but dust the street.

 

The cumulus all golden lined

With purple hues and peach

The screaming cirrus trailed behind

with flaming color, light entwined,

Escape all bounds of speech!

 

Lord, what a glorious ratio!

The highest, cleanest sight we know

Is but the dust beneath your feet.

 

Reuben Huffman 2003