Psalms, image by G Johansen, on Pixabay
MORNING SONG
Bird songs pipe, chime,
their prelude breaks the veil.
I wonder when I close
my eyes the final time,
will I awake to music?
Perhaps to psalms
as Jesus sang
that last Passover night
before He died.
I hope when spiritual ears
first hear, that Jesus’ voice
will ring as on that night,
when His disciples heard
what I have longed for
all my life. I will hear and see
and rise in praise…
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ONE SEED
From every opened flower
the fragrance fresh,
one seed has shared its life
by facing death.
Beneath the soil its withered
form gave birth
and burst the earthy tomb
to garden light.
From wrinkled husks transformed
to verdant wings.
Spring’s miracle of green,
a sacrifice.
And multitudes, amazed,
remember Christ.
One Seed has faced our death
to give us life.
(Previously published in LIVE, March 2005)
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SPRINGING UP
I find contentment
being a gentle storm
passing bed to garden bed.
Earthy sweetness
freshens desert air.
A whip-tailed lizard
waits his daily anointing.
A hummer darts within the spray
hovers for an iridescent instant.
How she rainbows my day!
It is hard when I reach
the last plant, the last bed;
like a good book
serenity has hemmed me in.
I don’t want to stop or start again.
I linger in the peace
and echoing waves…of life
springing up.
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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 currently has two fantasy novels on Kindle.
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