Compassion

  • Advent 10

    "Open your eyes," Jesus says,which means that some of uschoose blindness. "Join the company of the open hearts,the unafraid, the welcoming!" Text and image © 2011 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved.  Continue reading

  • Advent 9

    "Leave the dead to bury the dead," Jesus says,which means that some of uswalk about devoid of life. "Join the company of the living,the compassionate, the wonder-filled!" Text and image © 2011 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved.  Continue reading

  • Time Came Rushing

    Time just came rushing, pushing through the condo,self-important, indispensable,slamming me,without apology,against the hallway wall,on his way to something that mattered–what the hell?"No time!" he said, breathless,"So much to do!" I, meanwhile,feeling bruised and discarded,steadied myself and realized,with a shock,that time–hurried,… Continue reading

  • Advent 1

    I hear the blareof ancient, dented, tarnished trumpets:judgment day? Am I ready? "Relax," says God,"These mothballed tootersannounce reconciliation (not punishment),healing (not diagnosis),transformation (not exposure),a massive promotion (not downsizing).These honks haul y'all heavenward." With a grin as wide as all creationand… Continue reading

  • Psychic Knots

    I spent this morninguntying psychic knots…    not unlike untangling Christmas lights,    or undoing the knot I unintentionally  yanked into my shoelace,    or loosening the matted hair in my cat's calico coat,except this is a mass of my… Continue reading

  • To God…

    To God, breaker of this life's chains,lover who is partial to none,path of coming forth,path of return… Text and image © 2011 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved.  Continue reading

  • Peculiar Reality

    It's a peculiar reality: We do nothing without God.God does nothing without us. Text and image © 2011 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved.    Continue reading

  • Mean Thoughts

    I spend too much timerounding up mean thoughts,hoarding trivialities,trapping mice in my moldy cellarand keeping them in cages in the living room. Why do I value them so?Why not simply let them go?Why not turn them loose in the field… Continue reading

  • God Dreams

    Shhhh!Quiet.Enter on tiptoe:God sleeps. God dreams of a world of justice    where none go hungry,    where all have enough,    where none are fearful,    where all are embraced. God dreams of a world at peace. Text and… Continue reading

  • What Dolores Wrote

    Somewhere in rural Nebraska,in her farmhouse kitchen,as was her custom,Dolores wrote on the square of chalkboardher axiom of the week:     We don't need more of what we've got,     we just need to be more grateful for it. Within two… Continue reading