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.