Humility
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Reason and Rationality
He processed his worldthrough rationality and reason. "But that filters out so much else!"I protested. "All else?" he snorted."Wishful thinking! Superstition!" He said this as I watched angelsgamboling about his head,gleefully plugging and unpluggingthe dendrites and synapsesof his carefully organized… Continue reading
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Muslim Prayer
Muslim prayer often begins with:"God the compassionate and merciful…" And really,isn't that enough? Text and image © 2012 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading
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The Embrace of One
I have a friendwhom I want to be happywith his simple, beautiful self.I want him to sense his completenesseven when he is alone,and to ease into that alonenessand find joy and peacein solitude. There is nothing missingin the essence of… Continue reading
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My Workplace
In my workplacewe toil wielding tools of peace, stories of reconciliation, psalms of confidence and comfort, women and men of courage and commitment. Why, then,when this has been my life's dream,do I feel so utterly mismatchedto the… Continue reading
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Awareness
Without awareness,even the most sacred activitybecomes profane. With awarenesseven the most mundane activityblossoms with numinosity. I think I shall do the ironing. Text and image © 2011 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading
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Slippery When Wet
And, really,aren't we all? Text and image © 2012 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading
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Mountaintop
When you climb to the top of a mountainand stand breathless from exertion and awe,whose voice do you hear in the wind? In that fleeting momentwhen your spirit suspends itselfjust beyond the final outcropping of rock,just outside the present,are you… Continue reading
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Starting Over
I have to figure outhow to get back to the beginning,how to know thenwhat I know now. Text and image © 2012 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading
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Praise
I praise the One whose arms support me,who knows when to lift me above danger,who knows when to put me back down to face it,whose presence is ever with me.who keeps the unseen way clear. I praise the One who constantly surprises,whose… Continue reading
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My Words
The words I write(what you read in this moment)gestate for days–weeks–months–in some cases for decades,never spring from my writer's womb formed and ready to stand. I lick them clean.I nurse.I wean. Then comes the day(for a few, but far from all)when… Continue reading