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I’d Rather See a Sermon
(Written when I was in junior high school…) I’d rather see a sermon than hear one any day.I’d rather one should walk with me than merely point the way. The eye’s a better pupil and more willing than the ear.Fine… Continue reading
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12th Night
He was the eldest of the shepherd band,and because of his dimmed hearingthe angel choir had been but a droning.While he was aware of the brightness,it seemed as if the sun flashed for a momentin the middle of a typical,… Continue reading
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On the 10th Day of Christmas
“Little is the Lord, and greatly to be loved.” –Bernard This is part of the reasonChristmas so appeals to me:God comes in complete innocence and purity,complete weakness and vulnerability. I might paraphrase Bernard and say:“Helpless is the Lordand gently to… Continue reading
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Bird Song
slipsdipsdripsdropshops one note pouring gliding coasting into another joy Text and image © 2025 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading
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Give Me the Sorrow of Ages
(September 8, 2025) Presenting the sorrow of ages, laid as a gift at your feet,the searching of fools and of sages, the quests they would never complete. Presenting the sorrow of ages, dumped with despair in your… Continue reading
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Fall
(Written October 1981.) Who put the light bulbs in these trees? Look at that– it’s glowing from inside– translucent pumpkin orange– burning fire-yellow– flaming engine-red– spring-stream, yellow-green. This is a neon woods,… Continue reading
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The Boy and the Stick
(Written July 6, 1980.) Our nature instructor shared a story about a class like this one, only taught to kids. She’d gone through the explanation about “sitting there and not doing anything,” … Continue reading
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Full Moon
(Written May 29, 1980.) silver diskslips in and outof cloud slots; shades of gray,dark, dark blue,and dusty rust; ghostly white aurabackgrounds it all;full moon Text and image © 2025 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved.Visit The60SecondSabbath.com, where spirit and image merge. Continue reading
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Beach Grass
(Written on the shore of Lake Michigan, May 14, 1980.) Last year's beach grass: bent, bowed, bleached to beige, blown southward. This years: green, growing, graceful, life-filled curves all-directions. The contrast inspires… Continue reading
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Homecoming
(Written May 14, 1980.) The starling parentFlies to the pinesAnd lands near the topOn an outstretched branch. Then,As if crossing a moat,They walk the branch bridgeAnd disappear behindPine needle walls. The visual image of the starlingIs immediately replaced by an… Continue reading


