Leon Stacey Poet Narrative

The Dust of God's Feet (Part I)

The  eyes of the Lord run to and fro throughout the whole earth, to 
show himself strong in the behalf of them whose heart is perfect towards him.
	He descends in a cloud and walks in the circuit of heaven with thick 
clouds as his covering.  He rides upon a swift cloud like a chariot.  He flies upon 
the wings of the wind and whirls in the heights of the Heaven.  Those who look 
up to number his displays see clouds rise up out of the sea from every end of 
the earth, poised and  balanced in the skies, prepared to pour down rain and 
abundant showers on them.  God drops in His cloud to blot out wrongs, in the 
thick cloud to blot out transgressions; then, His voice thunders out of the 
cloud announcing the coming storm, and He gathers the wind in his fists 
causing it to blow toward the south and turn about to the north.  It’s sound is 
heard as it whirls continually, but who can tell from where it is coming or going?  
As we ponder His mysteries, He fills His hand with lightenings, the light of His 
cloud, which lights the world with His countenance of life, and scatters them 
abroad like shot arrows commanded to hit their marks through those clouds; His 
garment is rent under us, and the water jars of heaven are tipped.

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