A Poem Inspired by Ezekiel 1:4-9
In the hush before the storm of sight,
When mortal breath was thin with awe,
The heavens stirred with ancient might
Beyond the reach of earthly law.
From northern heights the tempest came,
A rolling cloud with fire enwound;
Within its heart a living flame
That cast a trembling amber round.
The wind proclaimed a hidden throne,
A mystery veiled in burning air;
The firmament was not alone—
A presence moved in splendor there.
Like molten brass the brightness shone,
Like coals that breathe beneath the night;
And through the fire a form was known
Awakening the prophet’s sight.
Four living beings there appeared,
Their likeness bearing human frame;
Yet none who looked upon them neared
The measure of their blazing claim.
For every face in solemn gaze
Was turned to meet the circling sky,
And every form through flaming haze
Moved swift, yet passed in silence by.
Their wings were stretched from side to side,
A canopy of living flame;
Two veiled the mystery inside,
Two bore the burden of their aim.
And when they moved, the air would sing
Like waters rushing from afar,
The thunder of a sovereign wing,
The echo of a hidden star.
No turning marked their sacred flight,
No wandering path their course delayed;
They moved as arrows loosed in light,
Where unseen purpose had them laid.
Before them blazed the living fire,
Behind them rolled the storm’s command;
Each step fulfilled a high desire
Inscribed by more than mortal hand.
Their wings were joined in solemn span,
A union wrought in heaven’s design;
No fracture there of beast or man—
But order shaped by will divine.
And where they went, the brightness grew,
The fire breathing through the cloud;
The trembling sky itself seemed new,
The silent earth beneath it bowed.
O vision cast in burning gold,
O mystery clothed in storm and flame,
What mortal tongue can rightly hold
The thunder of thy hidden name?
For in that chariot of the skies
Where living spirits took their place,
The watcher saw with opened eyes
The threshold of eternal grace.
Yet still the wind from northward blows
Across the fields of time and breath,
And still the hidden glory glows
Beyond the fragile veil of death.
For those who seek with trembling heart
May glimpse, as once the prophet saw,
The fire where earth and heaven part—
The living throne, the living law.
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