Compassion
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Election Prayer
I pray for our country,that we choose unity over division,hope over despair,poverty over wealth,surrender over dominance,humility over arrogance,peace over violence,compassion over power,the holy over the unholy. I pray for our country. Text and image © 2012 by Dirk deVries. All rights… Continue reading
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Identity
I love the stuff of which I'm made:the brightening sky, the darkening shade,a heart that glows with generous heat,a soul that treads to death's dark beat,a varied mix of eclectic stuff,of heaven and hell, the smooth, the rough.I'm forth and… Continue reading
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Dream 3
I dream that I am a ghost. Without any recollection of my death,I now live in my hometownin an expanded versionof my father's Victorian era office.It is somewhat of a reunion–I live here with dozens of other ghosts like me,many my… Continue reading
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The Castle
St. Teresa,Avilan mystic,mystery see-er,observer of God's loftiest grandeurand tiniest marvels,explains that my soulstands as a vast castle,a many-roomed mansion,an extraordinary, multi-storied highrise,gilded and jeweled. Given that–in the marvelously graced mindof this, our outwardly simple sister–my soulholds the essence of my… Continue reading
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Worth Celebrating
The fact that you exist–that you were createdand have lived life to this moment–is an astonishing grace,a miracle worth celebrating. Think of some way–this minute,this hour–to honor that amazing fact,to honor your amazing self. Text and image © 2012 by… Continue reading
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The Forest
Lost in the forest,alone, afraid, abandoned,I fall to my knees,bury my face in my hands,and weep. When my tears have ended,when I have exhausted my grief,I open my eyes and look around:trees have gathered,forming a protective circle,arms joining above, sheltering… Continue reading
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Falling
This feeling of falling through life–does everyone experience this? And when I near the bottom,will there be arms strong enoughto catch me? Will there be Someonewho wants to? Text and image © 2012 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading
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The Death of Caring
Compassion died in me today.Where empathy warmed my soul's hearth,cold ash and half-burned logs stink of char and death.I no longer care,and no amount of wantingbrings caring back. The timing of this escapes me–it just is;it has come as it… Continue reading
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For Bonnie
Somewhere in the city,this dark September morning,before light infuses the eastern sky,before the crows stir and lift and caw their way back into the day,someone I knowkeeps watch at the bedsideof her dying sister. This sister, the one hovering near… Continue reading