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The Wounded Child
Somewhere in the woodsa wounded child wanders.His survival dependson your kindness and compassion. Can you find him in time? He's a good child,a boy whose heart has great capacityfor joy and trust,for delight and laughter,but now he hides… Continue reading
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The Christmas Story
Today is Christmas. Today we honor a child born ages ago, a child of most meager means. This child shall be a new kind of king–an unheard-of and completely misunderstood king. Don't miss the irony in this: This king cannot survive… Continue reading
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My Words
The words I write(what you read in this moment)gestate for days–weeks–months–in some cases for decades,never spring from my writer's womb formed and ready to stand. I lick them clean.I nurse.I wean. Then comes the day(for a few, but far from all)when… Continue reading
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Deep Within
Deep within this pile of moulding leaves,pungent with the smell of autumn's rot,lies a meaning mine alone to find.I grip my pen, my spade, and dig in hasteand race the dusk that settles too soon in the day,and fear the… Continue reading
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When Reading Sacred Stories
We in the West(as in Europe and North America),when reading sacred stories(from our traditionand those of others),tend to ask,"Did this really happen?" A more helpful response?"It's happening now." Text and image © 2012 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading
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I’ve Gotta Home in Gloryland
My mother(clean and uprightin a white nightgownbleached whiter by chill florescent lights)is unable to recall my name,yet suddenly belts out"I've gotta home in Glorylandthat outshines the sun…"in a voice so clear and strong,it echoes down the green corridor,through the empty cafeteria,and… Continue reading
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I Danced
As a childI danced with angelsaround the golden-waxed table in our dining room,and in green-washed summer-air beneath white-barked beeches,and on a shell-shaped cotton bath mat behind our closed bathroom door,and yes,on the head of a pin. Do you believe this? Text and image… Continue reading
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What Did Jesus Do?
oh, a womana woman is a personI'll talk to hereven though I'm not supposed to oh, a lepera leper is a personI'll touch himeven though I'm not supposed to oh, a childa child is a personI'll hold hereven though I'm… Continue reading
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Ancient Child
Within me lives the ancient child–core, innocent, authentic, divine. He is the essential, foundational me. All the rest of me–my history, personality, web of relationships, accomplishments–is spun from and around this timeless boy. So much can accumulate that he is… Continue reading