Drifting Clouds Poem by Nellie Isabelle Steward Cooper

And then I heard the rapturous
calling of a God's name

I grew rapt and stilled
waiting for a vision to be

And beneath my vision
So constant-so true

I made a God as mortals do

Tender as so seemed
the tender grace of the God I knew

Through endless time to reach such place
awe to behold the glorious face

Drifting clouds of dusty lace
forever lay across enshrouded face

Where lace thinned out
and soft winds blew

I grew sheltered, stood sky tall

And gazing beneath the lace that hid fair face
revealed to me was no face at all