(sunrise, image by Наталья Коллегова (Natalia Kollegova), on Pixabay)
OUT OF BROKENNESS
when I cast my trowel
and gloves aside.
as soil spills,
flows between my fingers.
Sweet scent of musty earth
reminds me of my brokenness.
is hidden in this
What glory springs
when we place
the seeds of circumstance
into His hands?
WATCHER OF THE MORNING
I watched the greatest Artist paint the dawn;
His strokes were bold and confidently bright,
the silhouette of landscape shadows drawn,
the background splashed with rosy waves of light.
I heard and felt the whisper of His brush,
in singing leaves and grasses kissed with dew,
ablaze with growing day, the mountains blush;
I watched the day emerging fresh and new.
This gift of time an opportunity,
I bow my head requesting daily grace,
that I might walk with Christ and He with me,
as He redeems the time, we run the race.
I thank Him for His Spirit’s daily breath,
For fresh, new dawns, and triumph over death.
In the yellowed pages
of a Depression era book
I found my life in Christ.
It was a borrowed book.
The owner’s name written
in front. I suppose Mom
meant to return it or
at least read it. But why
would I, a depressed and
rebellious teen? I kneeled
beside my bed at page 79
when a fictional character answered
the invitation, “Just As I Am”.
Why would I even open
the worn cover? It is still
the mystery and wonder
of my life. I imagine
with gratitude that
someone prayed, perhaps
the owner of the book.
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.
May 2021 issue