Susan LaffertyStepping out into early morning air. First breath of dawn. Stillness.
Sky somewhere between dark and light.
Not even visible. Yet. But all creation anticipates the all-out glory of what’s coming.
Streetlights dim. Even the moon and stars fade. At the certain, steady rise of God’s sun.
Full light of day is coming.
We returned to Delhi the summer of 2012 and all I could see was the dust. It coated every leaf on every tree. It covered all surfaces outside and inside. A thorough cleaning of our apartment yielded little evidence of the hard work. A few hours later I was wiping off another fine layer of the stuff.