Author: stephen t berg

  Walking through a hayfield in south Saskatchewan, and sage fills my head, and bromegrass and timothy—leaning toward autumn—have turned rust-brown....

  Because this is a world I didn’t make, and it is real, and the realer it feels, the more mysterious; because one day, walking with my dad on a willow-lined tr...

  For the people of Jasper, Alberta.For a friend who has heard hard news, and said, “It was like a bomb going off.”For you, children of our unfinished creation,...

All day long,my mouth is filled with your praise. -Psalm 73 Praise the cliff behind our house, the rappelling rope to Holland Creek,the agility remaining in the...