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Sermon in the Park, Part 2
The homeless guys,with their parked shopping cartsand scraggly, gray beards,nod as he speaks. "You can cling to the cross,with its dried blood and splinters,or you can come dancing with me." I feel safestwith my face pressed against rough wood,cheeks bleeding.When… Continue reading
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Christmas, Day 6
The Christmas bells? They slowly dim.We find less need to think of him. Our dancing slows to weary shuffles,and merry bells our shuffling muffles. "Ding! Sing!" try the bells once more,but we are dressed and out the door. Text and… Continue reading
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To Write
When you write,hold the pen lightly. Let it dance across the page. It looks to youfor neither destination nor purpose.It knows the steps. Just let it dance… Text and image © 2012 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading
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Dervish
Dervish for a day,I'm pulled into the circle–swirling spiritual protons and neutronsorbiting the Beloved,shuffling, kicking and hopping our wayto transformation of atomic proportions. Text and image © 2011 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. 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