by Mark Weinrich
Are we jungle explorers searching desperately for discovery, hacking through gray walls of foliage longing, hoping for fruit? Fruit that is more than vaccine, but the source of health, the fountain of youth, the miracle concealed in the dark that will change the world. We strain with eyes and hands outstretched for fruit to alleviate the loneliness, sorrow, and pain. Our souls are taxed with weariness. We wrestle with this mind-numbing climb as if the snow bears tracks, someone to lead us up. Is this feverish abandon just striving against the wind? Will we ever look down instead of seeking our way? For the cure, the answer for man’s terminal disease is lying in a manger.
Mark Weinrich lives a creative life as a writer, photographer, musician, and artist—all wrapped together in an outdoorsman. He is a retired pastor and nine-year cancer survivor. His writing and photography have appeared in over 130 news stand, inspirational, and literary publications. He has sold eight children’s books and currently has two fantasy novels on Kindle.