Gratitude

  • God in Love

    Why is God so in love with us–humanity gone mad–divided, violent, greedy? Because love is,by nature,irrational. Text and image © 2011 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved.  Continue reading

  • The Lord’s Prayer, Stanza 4

    What we need todayis far less than we imagine.  Text and image © 2011 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved.   Continue reading

  • Not Always So

    Yesterday,a scare with the cats:    hours of anxious waiting,    hours of driving, thirsty for reassurance,    hundreds of dollars,    hundreds of tears.and suddenly,all is well. Just like that,all is well–we are home–    the cats more appreciative… Continue reading

  • Night Prayer

    I loved your still world tonight.I walked it gently.I saw cold, silent moonlight    shining off the faces of polished tombstones.I passed drifts of fallen leaves resting in their hollows.I looked up through unmoving branches,    bare and black against the sky.I saw a… Continue reading

  • Remembering My Mother

    My mother died on December 27, 2003. This is what I wrote for her memorial: Mom died last Saturday. I was with her, saw it, felt it…profound, awesome, frightening, wonderful. I comfort myself by thinking about Mom's dying–and my own,… Continue reading

  • My Daily Office

    …proffering Christ in pictures and poems. Continue reading

  • Eve

    “This isn’t working,” Eve said to God. Continue reading

  • At the Museum

    "They have so many rooms over here,"a little girl observes to her father. Yes, they do, young one.So many rooms,and so big,and filled with so many wonders. You've seen bone-built dinosaursand birds three times your size,a grizzly with knives for… Continue reading

  • An Unfinished Life

    "Each of us leaves an unfinished life," says poet Mary Oliver. It is possible not to? Is it possible to live so fully, so richly, so completely that you exit exhaling, "That's it, then, once this mug goes back in… Continue reading

  • Blessing Tree

    In 2002, the Christmas after my mom died (two years after my dad died and four years after my sister died), I did something uncharacteristically Dirk; I decorated my tree in stages: I assembled it one night, then put the… Continue reading