Why the World Doesn’t End – for International Women’s Day 2019
This poem, written several years ago, is an attempt, although inadequate, to pay tribute to the women in my life who have shown me how to live on this earth. Bu...
Author: stephen t berg
The Incredible Fact of Existing at All
What’s to account for it? Spin of some colossal roulette wheel? Divinely timed orchestration of interlinked events? Blind dispassionate physics? Beneficent univ...
Backrooms of the heart
We can be redeemed only to the extent to which we see ourselves. -Martin Buber And that’s the problem. Who goes looking through the backrooms of their hea...
Friends
Thy gentleness hath made me great. (Psalm 18:35) There are people in your life (were they brought to you?) who make you feel you were born at the right ti...