The 60-Second Sabbath

Loss

  • Autumn Wind

    Autumn wind,blow–strip the leaves from the trees,leaves crisp with deep color.Strip from our soulthe dry and brittle sorrows of the passing year. Autumn wind,blow–fallow the earth,prepare us for winter's cold and stilling layeringfor snow-shrouded stubble.Bring to our heartsthis welcome time… Continue reading

  • Year of Sorrow

    This the year of repeat sorrow;grief has ploughed a long, deep furrow,through the center of my soul. When again will I feel whole?Seeds are planted, yet no yield.Who attends this fallow field? Patience, heart, the Farmer works,waters, feeds and care… Continue reading

  • Metaphor

    Sleep–sweet metaphor for death.Some saywe use our metaphorsto keep the world at bay,to dull the edge of life's cutting realities.  I saymetaphorstrips illusion from reality,revealing the Core beneath. Death is sleep,from which we awakenbeyond illusion, beyond reality. Text and image… Continue reading

  • 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

  • Survival

    "Go, if you must,"I say in disgust."I shall, I will survive." But quickly I learn,as silence returns,"surviving" does not mean "alive." Text and image © 2012 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved.   Continue reading

  • Hymn

    Lay down in stillness.Lay down in stillness.Lay down in stillness,    the stillness of God. Surrender to sorrow.Surrender to sorrow.Surrender to sorrow,     the sorrow of God. Rise up in wholeness.Rise up in wholeness.Rise up in wholeness,    the wholeness of God.… Continue reading

  • Fill in the Blanks

    blank page    blank heart a page of possibilities    a heart of possibilities with what will you fill yours?  Text and image © 2012 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved.   Continue reading

  • 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

  • Failure

    Success buildson the rubble of repeated failure. No collapsed venture is wasted. Art, relationship, occupation–it's all the same:only those who gleefully fail,succeed. Text and image © 2012 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading

  • What I’m Looking For

    That thing you've been looking for?That feeling of completeness,    the wholeness,    that satisfaction that eludes you? Guess what!You already have it. You already arewhat you are looking for. Repeat after me:"I amwhat I am looking for." I amwhat… Continue reading