by Mark Weinrich

I don’t want a storm
named after me.
For I have often lived
with a whirlpool’s activity
when anger gathers force
and pulls others down.

There is no eye
within my storm,
no peace to pass,
just the turbulence,
the ego-drive of powering
my way through.

Lord, I’m tired of being
the middle of this mess.
In repentance, may I
humbly ask. Place me
in the center with You.
Where we can watch
the circles swirling out,
and I can experience
the calm with You.

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.