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Wait
Seeker of clarity,wait.Wait.Wait. Clarity will comewhen the infinite field of possibilitiesknows you are ready. In that momentthe collapse will occur,and with a startling, unnerving certainty,you will know. Until then,wait.be open, yes,but wait. Text and image © 2012 by Dirk deVries.… Continue reading
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Pridefest 3
If I am not being authentic,not speaking my mind,voicing my opinion,being fully, absolutely myself,then I am denyingwho and what God embodied me to be. Hesitating,hiding,holding back,harbors death. Text and image © 2012 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading
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Authenticity
Let's imagine you find your voice,you speak your mind,and you do so from a place of utter ownership,not defensiveness or accusation. And because of this,you lose your job,or a significant friendship,or even your spouse. Congratulations!You've just succeeded–as few do–at life.… Continue reading
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Pridefest 2
More feathers,more sequins,more flash,more flesh,more lack of inhibition,more slapped-together floats,more straight bystanders (with their kids)than ever before. What are we celebrating?And really, other than celebrating,does there need to be a point? Text and image © 2012 by Dirk deVries. All… Continue reading
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Pridefest 1
Had I exitedthe straight jacketof faux-straightnessin my early 20s,two questions arise: Would I be alive?(That was pre-AIDS.) And would I have had the gutsto ride nearly naked on a floatwhile Gloria Gaynor's "I Will Survive"blasted to a cheerful, cheering crowd? Let's… Continue reading
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The Doors of the World
The doors of the world–the ones between cultures,between peoples,between neighbors…who can open these? Not the arrogant.Not those who enter uninvited.Not those with hands wet and slick with blood. To open the doors of the world,one first knocks,then listens,then serves,binds wounds,cradles… Continue reading
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Brother Juniper
Br. Juniper came upon a beggar,lying legless by the city gate;the man held out his cap for alms,crusted with filth and fleas. Juniper stretched himself on the ground beside the manand pulled on his own right leg,pulled and pulled until… Continue reading
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NYC, 4/25/12
This is New York City–the metropolis of big applesand miniscule elevators.Where every block speaks two dozen languages,and every cabbie relays stories of persecution and opportunity,where endless energy mingleswith curbsides of bagged, early-morning garbage. And it continues to spin–a perpetual motion… Continue reading
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To Write
When you write,hold the pen lightly. Let it dance across the page. It looks to youfor neither destination nor purpose.It knows the steps. Just let it dance… Text and image © 2012 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading
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Easter, 2012
Mostly I saw it coming:the suicidal thoughts in the garden,the affectionate betrayal of a best friend,the whipping, the mocking,the exhausting trudge through the gauntlet of spittle,the thorns, the nails, the spear,absolute abandonment,that cold slab in the endless, empty dark.Yes, I expected… Continue reading