by Mark Weinrich

I walked hunched over,
head down, eyes fixed at my feet
afraid to take another.

Until I realized by faith
the next was the first away,	
away from what I used to be
the first with my Lord.

What peace in knowing He
has gone before. What strength
in grace for every need
as I trust Him on this journey.

What expectancy with heart
and hands open to the tenderness 
He can extend through me.

What light shines 
through His Spirit
light enough for the next breath,
the next path, and all that comes.

For joy abounds, echoing 
in the love song
He has written for us
in the shimmering trail
that leads out 
from the empty tomb.

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.