The 60-Second Sabbath

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  • The Lord’s Prayer, Stanza 7

    It's all yours–every scattered, incomprehensible nebula,every iotic jot and tittle,union, vigor, repute,now and always,with us or without. Let it be so.Let it be so.  Text and image © 2011 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved.   Continue reading

  • Ten More Titles in Search of Their Poems

    The Lost Pram Unprotected Candor The Sponge of Silence Nocturnal Omissions I Don't Recall Asking Emotional Wetlands Pigskin The Ox and the Moron Fluffy Critiques Her Owner's Poetry Pock Marks and Nose Hairs Has anyone seen them? Text and image… Continue reading

  • Wise Ones

    After Christmas,a bit late,but nonetheless well-intentioned,three wise ones wander west,toward the star. Better late than never,plus great after-Christmas sales: All Gold, Frankincense, Myrrh50% Off! Text and image © 2010 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved.   Continue reading

  • The Door

    He latches it–click,bolts it–thud,chains it–rattle. "That'll keep error out,"he mutters,not realizingit was truth knocking. Text and image © 2010 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved.    Continue reading

  • It’s Only My Opinion

    We'd all be much healthier if every one of us-from family members to political and religious leaders-would preface everything we say with: "This is what I believe, but as surely as I assert this, I acknowledge that I'm a limited,… Continue reading

  • Beyond Dualism

    Eastern religions are not falsely dualistic. Western religions (including Christianity, Judaism and Islam) all incorporated Western ways of organization and categorization, which for the most part, run counter to the founding principles of these faiths: individualism prevailed over community, the… Continue reading

  • Hot Blessings

    In A Diary of Readings, Thomas Fuller uses the pairing of the words hot and blessing,which, written in the 17th century, meant "hot" as in "fresh" (like freshly baked, not stale). But I like the contemporary juxtaposition of the two… Continue reading

  • He Cradled the Cat

    He cradled the cat in both arms. She was the swirled colors of autumn, eyes now closed, head resting on his shoulder. She rose and fell gently with his breath. "This is how, one day, I'd like to die," he… Continue reading

  • Divinity

    The divine can be found everywhere and anywhere. It's not hiding. It's obvious–glaringly obvious. It's plain. It stares at me, wide-eyed in astonishment that I–somehow, amazingly–cannot, do not see it. Reality shouts. God speaks loudly and decisively in my face,… Continue reading

  • The Madness of Love

    I understand (in my own way, at least) something of the "madness of love," the inexplicable, irrational force of love, which continues, without apparent purpose or source, to drive us toward something–justice, for example, or growth, wholeness, connection. The madness… Continue reading