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.
Naming places. Putting our experiences on the map.
No ordinary map.
But one detailing journey and rest.
Marking a lifetime of walking with the Lord.
Trees. Luminous in the forest. As the dying begins.
Letting go. Piece by piece. Leaf by leaf.
Orange. Yellow. Red.
Beautiful. And certain.
Seasons change.
