by Mark Weinrich

Glorious names
crowned his head,
awakened in
his first-drawn breath.

The world’s weight
descended on shoulders
small, swaddled
in the manger’s straw.

As lantern light
kissed his placid face,
only His Father knew
the desperate need, the depth 
of grace.

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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 139 news stand, inspirational, and literary publications. He has sold eight children’s books and currently has two fantasy novels on Kindle.