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.