Author: stephen t berg

  May those who sow in tears, reap with shouts of joy. Psalm 126 threatening shadowsa stab of deep painthe clock’s constant warningendings mounting like thunder...

  Today, I’ll walk, without fear, to the Good Shepherd Anglican Church, and freely make my way through the Stations of the Cross. In the West Bank, indigenous P...

  I’ve eyed the inland surge of a heavy surf, and shuddered at the thought of its undertow. I’ve shivered in a late-summer prairie scene:bronze waves of wheatgr...

  The time has arrived to walk to the river,twos and threes, with our tea candles cupped,melted onto tiny boats of birch bark. And beneath the bowed and grievin...