by Mark Weinrich
A spontaneous nudge stopped me in the path to hear the gentle brush of breeze upon the cattails, its soothing sound was like a fan’s caress on a hot summer night. Quieter than the sweep of waves upon the beach, but with the same invitation to release everything and to lose myself in the calming voice. I thought of the screeching cries of Red-winged blackbirds who claimed this marsh the rest of the year. Their obnoxious calls would have drowned out the breeze’s gentle rush. I was so grateful I had paused to allow the Spirit’s calming presence to wash the wounds of my day. For it’s in the hesitation after the nudge when the Spirit gently speaks.
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.