The 60-Second Sabbath

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  • Coming Home

    Let's come home to where we live,    physically,    emotionally,    mentally,    spiritually. Let's fully inhabit these spaces.Let's claim them for    our hearts,    our minds    our bodies,    our spirits. What would this mean for you?What changes could… Continue reading

  • 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

  • Screen Door

    From where I sit at the worn oak tablein the center of the kitchenat the heart of the house,I see the sunset–orange, gold, red, yellow–perfectly framed in the warped screen doorleading to the back porch,where the railing leans outward,and the… Continue reading

  • 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

  • Altars

    Every familypractices its own, unique religion,builds altars to a variety of gods,who nest and nestlewherever we focus our energy, our passion. To whom do we bow today? Text and image © 2011 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved.    Continue reading

  • We’re All Immigrants

    It's easy to forgetwe're all immigrantswithout any claimto this space or time,wayfarers,both strange and poor. It's easy to forget we're being hostedby a gracious Innkeeper,who endlessly overlooksour unwillingness to clear the table,the clothes we leave on the floor,the lack of… Continue reading

  • Isaiah and the “Savior”

    Isaiahrefers to God as "Savior"nearly as often as does the New Testament.But as "Savior,"God liberates from oppression,leads the exiled home,heals the sick–and not in some unknown future afterlife,but here and now,in this world and this time. In our world and… Continue reading

  • Unlike the Dog

    Unlike the dog,who resents being crated for the night,I ease willinglyinto my four-poster,where metal trellis and faux vines frame me,and I am angel safe. From the four upper railshang talismans: a string of Tibetan prayer bells–tiny and tingling–scatter intentions; a… Continue reading

  • Puzzle Piece

    I am the missing pieceof a nearly completed puzzle.I've walked through hall after hall,stopped at table after table,scanned jigsaw after jigsawhoped for the possiblity of fitting in,and yet… Have you worked with a puzzle,struggling with a piece you know belongs… Continue reading

  • Always Home

    In frustration,I jam the wrinkled, unfolded mapinto the back seat,crank the key in the ignition,and jerk back onto the highway. "I'm lost," I mutter."Hopelessly…" From the passenger seat comes the response,"With me, you're always home." Text and image © 2011… Continue reading