by Mark Weinrich

There will always be Marahs
in life, places that seem like
dead ends, journeys that
seemed pointless. 

If I allow bitterness
to wall me in; I forget
Who is with me. 
I miss blessings concealed
within this dark cloud.

I am so glad
God showed Moses the tree 
and when he threw the tree 
into Marah’s bitter water, 
the water was sweetened.
For that is what Christ’s cross
does in any situation, no matter
how thirsty or far I’ve come
He is always there, ready
to show me the way through,
ready to reveal His blessing
when I cry out and
look to the never-ending
power through His death.

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.