Category Archives: Religious

And so It Is

And So it Is
“The only dream that lives…”   From ‘Our Dreams’ by Ann Weems
not a house with a perfect floor plan /sited just so /amidst the trees /with forested hills in view/ a rocking chair on a porticoed porch.
Not a job with hours predictable/ the work stimulating and enjoyable/ no late nights, padded paycheck/ smiling, happy co-workers and colleagues.
Not a car, a boat/ not a diamond ring/ not any “thing”
not even a person /husband, wife, friend/ son, daughter/ significant other.
Just—the breath of God/ the gentle inhalation of salvation/ the exhalation of hope, joy/ the beating of Christ’s heart/ within your own chest.

c.Darlene Moore Berg



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A Galilean Storm

It seems the world has had more than its share of storms within this past month.


I. Asleep, My Lord?
Fear rocks the boat in waves of disbelief,faith crashes into splinters….and the Lord sleeps.
Bailing doubts that wash unbidden into the keel,we try in vain to tie down vagrant, flapping sails;all our tattered hopes whip free in the ensuing gale.
Fear rocks the boat…and the Lord’s asleep.
Straining at the oars against a head wind,we search for the safety of solid ground.The boat floods in despair’s crescendo waves.
Our Lord sleeps, curled up, eyes closed, innocent…And the boat begins to sink.
In the wreckage of our faith….He sleeps,and when in deepest anguish we shout out to Him: can He still hear us above the roar of the storm?


The night shatters into sudden, quiet calm.Christ stands in the very center of our lives…The impression of a rope distinctly coiledacross his left cheek. Not asleep.
He knots our fears into absolute silenceand awe….our faces still wet with sea spray.We may not know who commands whom,but we know who is Lord—-the captain of this storm.We know the power of His single word.

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Teach Me to Pray

Teach Me to Pray

Palm to palm
finger to finger
press together
each coal black worry,
concern, fear

into the workings,
the anguish of a prayer
leave these there

the salt
in glistening diamond tears
becomes hope

now wait
let His peace, calm
trickle down
into your innermost being

when its time
your heart rhythm
slow and steady
open wide your hands
let it all drop into His
scarred ones

raise yours now
palms open to heaven
fingers spread wide
in wordless wonder
verbalize praise

c.2017 Darlene Moore Berg

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Christmas Morning


Christmas Morning

Mary counts the toes
she counts the fingers
not a one is missing
two eyes, a nose

the feeling of love
of wonder, grows
as she explores
the soft, wriggling newborn
wrapped in her arms

She is alone this morn
just the two: mother and son
warm amidst the blankets,
cushioned by the straw in the barn.
The shepherds and villagers are gone.
Joseph off to find
the morning repast.

She now snuggles at last
into the love of God
humming her lullabies of praise
She raises Him, this little one
close to her heart.
Nourished in spirit and soul
she nourishes Him with her very self.

c. 2016 Darlene Moore Berg


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The Empty Cross

The Empty Cross

Three crosses on a hill
Two occupied, bones picked clean
One stained only with blood
In death empty

Where is the body?
Wrapped in linen, incense, myrrh?
Hidden in a rock-hewn tomb?
Guarded by soldiers?

The Tomb stands open, vacant
Scattered stips of cloth
Left on a stone slab
The garden quiet, birds singing
In the distance

Where is the Man buried here?
Where is death’s victim?
Where is the crown of thorns?
Where are the tears shed here?

A crowd on a hill
A man glowing in light
A rising, shining glory
Clouds enclose the view
Christ is ascended..

c. Darlene Moore Berg

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An infant, newborn

Fits between two palms


Imagine the immensity,

The entirety of God’s love

Cradled within fragile

Human hands.


His gaze locks with yours,

A focus, fixed, intense



Blink your eyes

And the Man, the Son of God

Before you stands

And now

He holds you within

His hands

c. Darlene Moore Berg 2015

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Mary’s Baby

Mary’s baby Jesus, she
held upon her knee.
The son of God, an infant boy
she tickled to his glee.

Mary’s baby Jesus, she
held up to her face.
The son of God, her little one
she danced around their place.

Mary’s baby Jesus, she
picked up when he fell.
The son of God, a toddler she
brushed off, kissed him well.

Mary’s baby Jesus, she
looked around to find.
The son of God, a growing child
she couldn’t believe the time.

Mary’s baby Jesus, she
hugged good-bye and waved.
The son of God, a man full-grown
she watched him walk away.

Mary’s baby Jesus, she
saw him crucified.
The son of God, the son of Man
she touched his bleeding side.

Mary’s baby Jesus, she
mourned when he had died.
The son of God, the Savior Lord
she saw him glorified.

Mary’s baby Jesus, please
answer when he calls
The son of God, the Prince of Peace
give Him your heart, your all.

c. Darlene Moore Berg

this is an older poem of mine but fitting for this season


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