by Mark Weinrich
Night cannot stay the saber-rays of light, though feelings forecast clouds and looming fear, though stumbling doubts and darkness veil our sight, the dawn will prove our Lord is ever near. As bird songs break night in celebration, the flames of sunrise sweep the ashen sky and thanksgiving sings with expectation for goodness of our God is magnified. In facets of His grace, both great and small, in mountains majestic and dew aglow, in shimmer of mercy for one or all, in mirrored lakes and the glitter of snow. In all, I exalt at His wonders given, amazed with joy in this taste of heaven.
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.