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If You Seek
If you seek a God of vengeance and violence,you will find your God in the Bible.If you seek a God of compassion and love,you will find your God in the Bible.In fact,the history of Christianitytells the story of the battlebetween… Continue reading
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Metaphors for Departure
When my sister died,she chose to stop life support,knowing the consequences. When my father died,a heart attack damaged himbeyond choice. When my mother died,she decided, "That's it. I've had enough,"and willled herself across the border. Nancy pulled her own plug.Someone stole… Continue reading
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Obliquity 4
All his vast ambitiousnessturned out was quite iniquitous:in all his doing (don't you see?)he never took the time to be. Text, image and audio © 2011 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. To listen to this poem Download Obliquity 4 Continue reading
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Obliquity 2
Are you someone infected toowith the constant call to do,to accomplish, overcome,get just one more damn thing done? Are their meetings to attend?Loads of clothes to clean and mend?Stacks of bills to sort and pay?Lists of folks for whom to… Continue reading
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Must Be the Wind
Adam suddenly announced:"I don't believe in you." Bewildered, God looked around."But I'm right here!That's like saying you don't believe in your hand…or this chair…or sunshine!" "Body parts, furniture and weatherdemand nothing of me;you do.Therefore I choose not to believe." [Cue… Continue reading
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Image or Word?
At this momentI'm torn betweengrabbing my cameraand taking up my pen. Something before me–and equally within–demands representation,conscripts me as its agent. Image or word?Today the pen wins. Text and image © 2011 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading
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El Shaddai
A choice today:ally yourself with hopeor with despair. On the back stoop of your lifewait two buckets–one filled with cat crapscooped from your heart's litter box,and the other filled with milk and creamfresh-squeezed from the aching udders of God. Why… Continue reading
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Prison
Had I once lived outside this cellI should not be as satisfiedto sleep upon this sling of stringsor eat the slop slid o'er the sill. The key waits in my pocket tilI have the vision, courage, will. Text and image… Continue reading