stream in autumn, image by Jaesung An, on Pixabay
WILD LIGHT
We can calculate
the night breaking,
but never
the wild
and reckless moments
of morning’s
jubilation.
In the cages
of our time
we must open up
and leap into
the freedom
of God’s dazzling
gift.
(Previously published in Global Poemic, December, 2020)
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THE HUMMINGBIRD’S SONG
When I walk in the woods
I have a keen ear
for the zipping notes
of hummingbird wings.
I find comfort knowing
these flying gems
are on their way
to sweeten and beautify
a scene, like fireflies by day.
And whether I see their iridescent
violet, rose, and green
their nearness is a delight,
for I know their singing wings
bear news of a luminous
encounter that will captivate
and charm someone’s day.
I love the delicious fragrance
of expectancy, knowing
hope is carried
on hummingbird’s wings,
and rejoicing bears
the sweetness of wonder,
celebration like a
drought-time rain.
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THE PILOT’S WAY
Suspended like a spider by its web
we hang by fabric, string, in wicker frame
with dragon’s throat above us belching flame.
We sense no fear of fall or deathly dread.
Though caught up in the clouds, we look ahead
to where our pilot points if wind be tame.
We trust our pilot’s skill, our pilot’s claim
“The evening sky last night was fiery red.”
Day proved the ancient sailor’s saying true.
We soared by flaming breath and pilot’s hand
above fields like gardens through skies of blue
where freedom followed our captain’s command.
We learned, like Moses, God’s way leads us through
and lessons taught on high apply to land.
(Previously published in Bible Advocate, 1998)
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IN THE BROOK
A parable leaps from the passage
of a brook. In vivacious energy
of a hundred boys and girls
chasing fireflies for the first time.
In effervescence bubbling up with
delighted oohs and ahs
as sequined bubbles rise and pop.
In waves spilling over like tassel-haired
kids tumbling down a gentle slope.
In the ever-rush and glide of life—
children sliding joyously down a
snowy hill. In the cadence of breath as
they murmur into sleep.
It is the sweetness of humility
always carried down, yet ever
looking up.
(Previously published in Time of Singing, Summer 2020)
Mark Weinrich is a cancer survivor, a retired pastor, gardener, hiker, and musician. He has had over 420 poems, articles, and short stories published in numerous publications. He has sold eight children’s books and has two fantasy novels on Kindle.