Dreams
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Incarnation
Somewhere in the suburbsa child is bornwho will transformour sameness and sadnessinto light and beauty. Is the child yours? Are you the child? Text and image © 2013 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading
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Starting
I begin a new journey.I travel a new road. Smell the air, washed by the night rains. Feel the morning sun warming our hoping skin. Taste the raspberries, sweet and popping, growing outside the… Continue reading
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Embrace!
Observe how widethe arms of Godopen. Look again:we areGod's arms! Text and image © 2013 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading
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Trust Life
My parents raised meto distrust life.Despite their religious grounding–or perhaps because of it–life loomed, imperiously sinister. "The world's a horrible place, and we are horrible people." Enough. I shall trust life.I shall affirm and embracethe peace and loveat… Continue reading
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Sermon in the Park, Part 2
The homeless guys,with their parked shopping cartsand scraggly, gray beards,nod as he speaks. "You can cling to the cross,with its dried blood and splinters,or you can come dancing with me." I feel safestwith my face pressed against rough wood,cheeks bleeding.When… Continue reading
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Divergence
In the center of the village seven dusty paths diverge. An old woman lives in a cottage that stands just to the East.She watches and listens as each traveler begins the journey.Old as the sea, wise as the mountains, beautiful as songbirds at sunrise,she watches and listens.… Continue reading
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Moonlight
They call it lunacy,this peculiar feelingbrought on by moonlightwrapping the pines in silver. Life moves beneath branches,and my heart leapsbetween fear and anticipation. Text and image © 2013 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading
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The Puzzle
Pieces of my lifeeverywhere… …forgotten at the bottom of my sock drawer, slipped behind the shoe rack in the closet, abandoned in the cabinet in the guest bathroom, tucked into a photo album, lost among WordPerfect docs on my hard… Continue reading
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Mere Visitors
I can observe my thoughtsand realize that they are only thoughts,without actuality or substance,momentary visitors,some familiar, some strange,some welcome, some not. I can stop mistakingthese thoughts for me. "Hello," I say,and more so,"Goodbye.Goodbye." Text and image © 2012 by Dirk… Continue reading
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Stopping by My Mind on a Spring Evening
Whose thoughts are these?I think I know.He dwells within the crawlspace, though.I often find him mewling near,obsessing concepts, theories, fear,postures old and long of tooth,and seldom grounded in the truth. No time have I for thoughts like these,for I have… Continue reading