Gratitude
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Rainy Days in Denver
In Denvera rainy day is a rare gift. For those of you from drizzly climesit may seem annoying and dreary,but for us,it's our world renewed and cleansed,and we know the next few dayswill yield brighter green lawns.freshened airand a sense… Continue reading
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Limits
Last night I dreamt of flying,but could only do sowithin the confines of my living room. Even the green and yellow parakeet,within her cage,can fly. Even the iridescent blue betta,within his gallon tank,can swim. Even the cane-enabled old lady,within the… Continue reading
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Praise
I praise the One whose arms support me,who knows when to lift me above danger,who knows when to put me back down to face it,whose presence is ever with me.who keeps the unseen way clear. I praise the One who constantly surprises,whose… Continue reading
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I Yearn for Wings
Grateful for my career,I acknowledge its profound roots,reaching deep before I knew its name.I witness its vining tendrils,extending ever further from my sight. Yet I yearn for wings. Text and image © 2012 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading
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At MacDonald’s
As I eat a cheeseburger and friesat my local MacDonald's,an employee works on all fours,equipped with a bucket, two ragsand a folded piece of cardboard to protect her knees. Like me, she's in midlife.And I, as I slowly chew my… Continue reading
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Advent 3
A miracle happened yesterday,suddden and real,catching me naked and exposed,delighted and transformed. Already I've forgotten it. How sad that this happens,and way too often… Watch for today's miracle–text me,and I'll remind you of itthe next time you complainthat miracles never… Continue reading
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The End?
On August 31, 2010, I began what was (for me) a brave experiment. It was to be spiritual practice that started with a simple commitment to both God and myself to post a blog with original text and an original… Continue reading
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The Small
Why so much comfortin my cat's jawjammed with intention, affection against mine? Why so much comfortin the squawking, congregating of crowsin the crowns of evening trees? Why so much comfortin the noise of my partner prepping pizza in the kitchenwhile… Continue reading
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The Common Hearse
It's time to write a simple versein honor of the common hearse,sleekly polished, darkened glass,slowly taking one last pass down the tree-lined avenues,past long-assumed, familiar views–street lamps, fences, kids at play,neighbor's gardens, Miss Delay, whose laundry flaps despite the rainfrom… Continue reading
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Playing with God
When I write poemsI play with God.We race our bikes on gravel roads,stop to grieve for flattened caterpillars,marvel at Queen Anne's Lace,curl back the corners of bursting milkweed pods,watch their thousand filaments float on to raise new families, to inspire new… Continue reading