To rise and walk with reverence
In the heart-sick shadows of grief from daily outbreaks of violence and hate: what else but to rise and walk with reverence and vigilant humanity. (With acts an...
Author: stephen t berg
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...
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...