awe
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O Antiphons: Lord
O come, O come, thou Lord of might, who to thy tribes on Sinai's height, in ancient times didst give the law, in cloud, and majesty, and awe. Shrouded Mystery,Evolver of faith,at your approachbreathing ceases;I… Continue reading
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Haiku for the Christmas Tree
Washed in colored lightand tears and memory, I'mundone by wonder. Text and image © 2013 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading
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Stained Glass
The sanctuaryhas never glowedwith such cool beauty. The restored rainbow of western windowsburns with unnatural intensity,set ablaze by the setting sun. Fans swirl chill airover and around us.Awe is worship,is wonder. Text and image © 2012 by Dirk deVries. All… Continue reading
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Sudden Storm
Warned by the windwe watch the western skybloom upwards in gray and white. Then a sudden race for the pavilionand the shelter of its corrugated, metal roof.We huddle in the center,deafened by the clatter of hailstones. Then silenceand an endless field… Continue reading
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The Steady
There are waysto be renewedby the ancient:stand silent and mindful in a rank of redwood minarets, beneath a sequined Montana night, at the apex of a Mayan pyramid, on the unsteady edge of an ocean's immensity, … Continue reading
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Michigan Trees, 2
Towering over the house,a hissing, blowing, shakingtemple of treesfills my room and dreamswith whispering, sibilant, sleeptime worship. I lie motionless and silent in my bed,awed. Text and image © 2012 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading
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Michigan Trees, 1
All night longthe wind blows,incessant,insistent. I look out my windowat the black massesof Michigan's tall treetopswaltzing with the starlit sky beyond. Text and image © 2012 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading
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The Cathedral
In this foreign, colonial square,amid fountains and pigeons,a sudden rainherds us to sanctuaryin the silent narthexof the town's old cathedral. Instantlywe transform from tourists to penitents–hushed, awed, immortal. Text and image © 2012 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading
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Tornado
A giant, gray ballerina,clumsy, out of control,pirouetted through our small town. Ashen dress wound too tightly 'round her legs,she struggled to stay upright,flailing her arms,whacking our single streetlightthrough the Miller's picture windowtwo blocks away,staggering through the bakery,ripping the roof from… Continue reading
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Temple
Imagine a temple dedicted to what we do not know, to what is beyond imagination, to the vastness beyond vastness (what you may call God). I would expect silence, because that is how I experience awe. The walls would be… Continue reading