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Environment/Nature

Picture 100 percent renewable energy

Posted on March 4, 2011 by stephen t berg / 2 Comments

There is a picture of my three older siblings and me standing on top of a snow bank. My hand is in my sister’s, I am reaching up. My scarf-bundled head re...

Environment/Poetics

Ecocide

Posted on February 8, 2011 by stephen t berg / 7 Comments

Earth mother, earth daughter, would that you had been earth father, earth son, for then, the males of romance would not have praised your nourishment as endless...

Environment/Nature

A chime of wrens

Posted on December 14, 2010 by stephen t berg / 5 Comments

This birdhouse is 45 years old. I built it when I was 11. I do not know how long birdhouse’s are expected to endure, I only know that when I built it I wa...

Christianity/Environment/Nature/Politics

No mercy for the earth

Posted on November 18, 2010 by stephen t berg / 9 Comments

Past the hypocrisy of Mr. Harper, the peonage of the Senate, the C-311 debate that never was, and was never intended to be, past the snap-trickster vote, past o...

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Over the coming months, I’ll be slowly retiring Grow Mercy. This Easter marks 20 years and some 1500 posts. (And here, a deep bow to you, for reading and/or responding.) I’ll not, however, be retiring the impulse behind Grow Mercy, but will be shifting, exploring, following a hybridized urge, and a genre to suit. For me, what these decades have increasingly revealed is how writing is a spiritual path. Now, for whatever time and energy remains for me, I’ll be tilting more toward The Ragged Psalmist, still inchoate, but the handle feels like it fits. I do hope you’ll subscribe.

Why — The Ragged Psalmist?

Because some stubborn ember, still warm, compels me to write some cobbled songs — praise and lament, cries and sighs — and sound them back to the sacred Mystery.

To throw a wrench into a world geared up for business; to resist the moneychangers in their corporate temples — because poetry is political, and light is its administrative wing.

Because old lies and old words screw us over and must be remade to tell the truth; because our glossary of mockery needs burial, and the lexicon that’s left needs anointing.

To strive to honour the life of a sparrow; attend the spell of a dead star — whose light we still see; to feel, down to the bone, the quantum foam, we all flail in.

To thicken compassion and thin out aggression; to oppose injustice and hate in a way that excludes no one, not even the hater.

To let failure, discouragement, suffering and perishing have their say, without any spoon of bromide; to let joy, delight, and beauty come as they may.

To penetrate darkness and delusion — and so discover all this love in us.

Because mindfulness and mercy need constant oxygen.

Because in the time that’s left I want to tattoo the implications of our “forgiving victim” on the body suit of my heart.

Because reality points to unity — and we must hurry to catch up.

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