With one set of wings they covered their feet. Even beings made with the stuff of Heaven know they’re too dirty to bump up against the train of God’s robe.
Folks with Phd’s, and other letters behind their names I just don’t have, say the robe of God symbolizes His purity, perfection, holiness. And the train of God’s robe filled the temple the day Isaiah saw the Lord seated on the throne. He watched as these angelic beings covered their feet, the filthiest part of themselves, so they wouldn’t soil blemishless God. It was a confession of sorts: We’re not worthy to be here!
And with the third set of wings they flew, constantly circling the throne of God and roaring, “Holy, holy, holy is the Lord Almighty!.”
Confessing their filth with hidden feet. Peaking through the cracks in their wings at the totality of God. And belting, “Holy, holy, holy is the Lord Almighty!”
Never crossing their arms or yawning. Not dependent upon a cheerleader behind a microphone to inspire. They shout, “”Holy, holy, holy is the Lord Almighty!”
Throughout all eternity there’s always more of God to take in, and with it, always more reason to cry out. “Holy, holy, holy is the Lord Almighty! The whole earth is full of His glory!”