WEIGHTLESS
The butterfly basks
wings flat and wide
gathering every ray of warmth
waiting for cold weights of night
to fall away, waiting for the
paralyzing chill to be driven
from its body, waiting for
the strength to rise.
Knowing the weightless
release will come.
"But they who wait upon the Lord
will get new strength. They will rise...
(Isaiah 40:31)
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MAKE ME LIKE THE MOON
It does not burn,
but how it fills the night.
It paints the earth
a frosty gold
by the power
of another.
Its guiding glow
is not its own,
but the image
of one brighter,
its radiant face
a mirror
the reflection
of the sun.
(Previously published in HICALL)
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HIS PORTRAIT
Broken bits of colored glass
bound in lead,
my life in early years;
too close to see
the pattern,
colors in confusion,
breaking times
and molded lead.
As distance grows
a picture comes together
not of me, but of the artist
who found an empty temple
and broken bits of glass,
and made a portrait of Himself
in the window of my heart.
(Previously published in Alliance Life)
Mark Weinrich is a gardener, hiker, musician, cancer survivor,
and retired pastor. His work has been published in numerous
literary and inspirational magazines. He has also sold eight
children’s books and currently has two fantasy novels on Kindle.