by Mark Weinrich
There is no flame behind its comforting face, no power to paint this nightscape frosty gold. Its guiding glow bears the artistry of another, the image of one brighter. Its radiant gleam is a reflection shimmering with the likeness of the sun. In this present darkness, I pray make me like the moon.
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.