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Dream 3
I dream that I am a ghost. Without any recollection of my death,I now live in my hometownin an expanded versionof my father's Victorian era office.It is somewhat of a reunion–I live here with dozens of other ghosts like me,many my… Continue reading
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Each child is born in truth.(It's in living we learn to lie.) What gifts do you offerto bring us backto original innocence? Share them.Share them now. Text and image © 2012 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading
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The Dream
I am in my childhood home–but larger–its many rooms running parallel to the lakeshore. I step into the final room,where a young woman and I nearly collide:she is 20ish, thin, with long hair.Startled, she screams;startled, I jump, wonder,"Who are you?… Continue reading
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Rationality
"I don't believe in ghosts, you see,but only rationality–for every bell, a well-blown whistle,never down without its thistle." "But what of things untouched, unheard, unseen, unmetered, just inferred? The hair that lifts along the nape when flames of candles shift their… Continue reading
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Good Friday
The most horrifying words in scripture–in all of human history–are these: "My God, my God, why have you abandoned me?" At that moment, Jesus felt utter betrayal; he'd trusted in God, and he'd been duped. His faith ended at that… Continue reading