by Mark Weinrich
Immediacy commands our day, pride in the present, the instancy of now. Yet no one grows an apple or even a blade of grass in a day. And patience don’t speak of patience, it’s dangerous to make someone wait. But there are those unafraid of the soil, who in life sow and are sown. Who daily enter the service door, with hands full of prayer-filled seed. For like our Lord, they know the fragrance and fruit, the joy of bending down.
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 138 news stand, inspirational, and literary publications. He has sold eight children’s books and currently has two fantasy novels on Kindle.