Home

Steve Robison

I love writing. Writing excites me, moves me, fulfills me. It’s my passion and my purpose.

If you love reading, I hope you’ll find something worthy here. As Ben Franklin said in Poor Richard’s Almanac:

“If you would not be forgotten
As soon as you are dead and rotten
Either write things worth reading
Or do things worth the writing.”

I write because I love writing. And I write so people might cry at my funeral.

Steve

P.S. If you love my writing, please consider buying one or more of my books, writing a review, and reaching out and letting me know. Thanks a million.

Steve Robison on Amazon.com »


Quantum Misguidedness

Type: Blog Post

January 4, 2026 11:47 am EST

In my guided meditation this morning, the idea of which was, in essence, to stay in the moment, to “be here now.” I was led to the idea that life and existence is far simpler than we’ve been thinking. The multiverse, metaverses, parallel universes, near infinite spawning baby universes from each decision point times eight billon people times a hundred times a day. No. The truth is far simpler, less mind-boggling. In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth. Not many. One. One existence. So the idea of shifting from one universe to another is silly. And the idea of subatomic particles disappearing and moving to other universes is silly. 

Here’s the simple truth. Physical reality is “the heavens... Read More »


Vicissitudes

Type: Poem

December 7, 2025 6:59 am EST

Embrace it all. 
Embrace the unexpected. 
Embrace the big and the small. 
Embrace every vicissitude. 
Embrace the villains and the heroes. 
Embrace the unknown, 
The chaos, 
Every damned bit of it. 
Embrace the supercilious, 
The inane, 
The bonkers and the off-track. 
Embrace the precarious. 
Embrace the terrors, the thrills, 
The wanted and unwanted. 
Invite it in: 
The darkness, the brittle, crackling clamors of the night. 
Accept it, 
Expect it, 
And then, just enjoy the ride. 

... Read More »

For You

Type: Poem

December 15, 2024 10:27 am EST

Brown eyes, warm;
Red heart, beating;
Hands, moving;
Strength, emanating.

My love,
My life,
My today,
My tomorrow.

My sustenance,
My blood,
My light,
My sky.

My queen,
My wife.

Wanted—
Needed—
Sought—
Found.

We were two wandering souls;
Now, we are one.
You, me, God, family—
Inseparable,
Destined,
Real,
True,
And…
Good.

... Read More »

Quiet Call

Type: Poem

June 6, 2021 12:27 pm EDT

I went for a walk
On the trail, behind my home,
On the other side of the pond,
Through the new woods,
And heard a song,
Played through my phone.

It said, in essence,
When you’re lost, say,
“Jesus,”
When you’re scared, say,
“Jesus,”
When you’re confused, say,
“Jesus,”
When you feel unsafe, unloved, and
All alone, say,
“Jesus,”
And with just that little piece
Of a willing heart,
Faith is renewed,
And Jesus hears,
And He comes,
And he heals,?And he LOVES,
And,
The world is okay, again,
At least, for now.

And next time,
You feel a little spent,
You’re at the end of your rope,
You have no energy left,
And precious little…
Faith—
You don’t have to run,
You don’t have to fall on your face,
You don’t have to recite some beautiful prayer,
But instead,
Say quietly,... Read More »