by Mark Weinrich
The lens of memory transports me to a pond’s shallows to the mesmerizing storybook in the looking glass. Sand glitters in the opalescence, pebbles sparkle like gems. But bearing those jewels up into the light is such disappointment, watching their sheen turn to drab. They are just ordinary stones. I turn my hand over and the rocks pepper the pool. Then immediately, delight snatches my attention. My little storm has stirred tiny commas to life. It’s tadpoles! There in that transparent kingdom wonder has captured me. Now, it is swimming in the bottom of my cup. Miracle after miracle awaits me in legs growing and vanishing tail. But oh, the sadness of releasing three frogs back into their realm. When does metamorphosis lose its charm? Why does change startle with grief? Have I forgotten the power of looking in and He who brings about His best through transformation? Lord, restore my childlike wonder and help me rejoice in the marvelous moving of Your Spirit.
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.