Psalm of a Young Soldier
Lord, the days have grown dark with smokeand the nights are lit with missiles and I will not see another moon. Have mercy. My bones are wax. My soul is ash. O G...
Author: stephen t berg
Hymn to the Redwoods
These trees, I do not understand. I speculate their ancient wisdom, their fame for holding, in the tight folds of their rings, tectonic shifts, memories of empi...
Palm Desert
I’m looking over a golf course in Palm Desert,the sprinklers have quit, the sun is up, the mowers are out, as are the dog walkers,and there is no war here, and ...
A friend who talks to God
I have a friend who talks to God. Literally, audibly, lifts his head and speaks into the air, prays devoutly, believes it makes all the difference. Prayer, li...