by Mark Weinrich

“Wash me, and I will
be whiter than snow.”
               Psalm 51:7

I am mystified by David’s
description, by the shimmering
splendor of his cleansing.
Is anything on earth whiter
than snow?

When the slash of lightning
cleaves the darkness, is that
the piercing gleam? Are we
instantly transformed, from
filthy to dazzling clean.
One moment breathing the
consequences of destruction,
the next the unbelievable 
brilliance of forgiveness.

When Jesus’ face
blazed with sun-brightness
at His Transfiguration
was this purity what David
longed for? The identification
not with his sin, but with
incomparable spotlessness
of a relationship with Him.

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.