Nature
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Reverie
She looked beyond the sink–filled with soapy water and chipped cups–out the open window to the western sky,which flamed with orange and red,like heaven itself were burning to the ground. The living-room stereodelivered the "Flower Duet"from her favorite opera, Lakmé.… Continue reading
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If God Is…
If God is,than God is so much greaterthan anything we've been taughtor can possibly imagine. If God is then we live in a universeconquered by love. If God is,then (what relief!)we can cease our strivingto convert, to persuade, to change,… Continue reading
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Autumn Song
This coming coolnessintroducesan edgeof uncertainty. Autumn(my favorite season)is a time of transition. Here in Denver, nights shift from cool to cold, trees from bold to barren, the patio from flowered and fragranced to emptied and wrapped, … Continue reading
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Keep Moving
Continue the journey,not out of fear,but curiosity. Continue,not out of anger,but love. Continue,not out of need,but generosity. Continue,not out of hurt,but healing. Continue,not out of emptiness,but fullness. Continue,not away from others,but into yourself. Continue the journey,not to avoid death,but to… Continue reading
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The Meaning of Autumn
because fall winds blowwe know of endingsthe bending of branches barednot spared the site of witheringthe shivering as we witness the demisedespise the coming coldthe coming old not just of hard groundbut all 'round the freezing of the selfthe teasing… Continue reading
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Native Tongue
English is my second language. Poetry is my first. Do you want to understand me?Do you want to be understood?Engage me with symbol and simile,metaphor and ritual,evocation and allusion,the resonant, resounding play of syllables,the engaging, enriching arc of imagery. This… Continue reading
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Answering the Call
Do you hear that?It's loving calling you,calling you to let go. What's the worst that could happen?You could lose yourselfand find eternity. Text and image © 2012 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. 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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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
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The Purpose of Beauty
While walking solitary in the mountains, I emerge from the woodsand step out into clear and open air,into a vista of astonishing beauty,into sacred space beyond breathing. I ask:"Am I the only one to see this–beauty this piercingly expansive–which may… Continue reading