confusion
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The Compass
She used to own a compass…perhaps now packed awaywith her old Girl Scout stuff–a sash, some badges, a plastic lanyard, an empty cookie box. Now she'd simply lost her way.On which side of the tree does the moss grow?On which… Continue reading
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Belonging
I want the one I loveto find his place,his happiness,his passion. I know he has found his home,as I have found mine,here where our hearts rest together. But like us all,he yearns to be neededby the world beyond. We are… Continue reading
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To Die of Tenderness
Is it possibleto die of tenderness? At times my heart so fillswith unexpected kindnessthat I fear it may burst. So many poets–with frightening beauty–bring to vivid lifethe inevitability of death. And then, in a second's time,I witness such delicate sweetness:one… Continue reading
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Rest, My Love
Rest, my love.The clouds that now confound your spiritwill drift on by midnight,and the moon's cool light shall soothe you. Text and image © 2011 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading
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The Flu
Let's say you have the fluand a fever of 104: While you sleep, fitfully,twisting and sweating,an angel appearsand unravels visionspatched together from your pastand borrowed from your future. Who's to say whether your illnessprovides a doorway to truthful, hidden depthsor… Continue reading
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Job-Loss, Death, Etc.
From time to timethe vehicle of your life–the one you're driving even as you read this–disappears from the busy streets you navigate dailyand reappears on some empty, unknown, rural road. What landscape is this?Signs point to places you do not… Continue reading