by Mark Weinrich

In the hour before the rosy light,
I wait, His Word spread out
as if I’d never heard.

I want new eyes, new ears
before this day is born,
a heart expectant.

I could assume 
which road to take
but our Lord is prone 
to surprise.

I long for the Spirit’s breath
to rise with the peace of dawn,
to walk with grace-filled steps,
with a message 
fresh as dew.

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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.