by Mark Weinrich
My head is heavy like a sunflower, a fringe of petals like hair surround a seed-packed face. What a toil it must be now to turn its bowed head; for every moment of every day it has followed the sun. Now my head is bowed heavy with the seeds of dreams: children’s books, devotionals, poems, animal stories. How do I choose? How do I follow? I remember an evening grosbeak hanging upside down raking seeds from the downturned face of a sunflower. His partners below were delighting in the showered feast. Lord, I know Your Spirit, like that bird, can choose the seeds in me that will glorify You and be a feast for others.
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.