by Mark Weinrich

How the griefs
of night
constrict, compress,
when serpentine
thoughts
steal my breath.

How the gentle 
fan of light
ignites my longing,
for with the Lord
I will spring 
into the open hands 
of morning.

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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.