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.
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.