hope
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Seated at Dinner
Seated at dinner,others talk around me.I don't mind.I watch you across the table,a forest dense and enigmatic.I will explore your labyrinth of hidden paths.Somewhere within is the still, sun-filtered clearingof which I've dreamed. Text and image © 2011 by Dirk… Continue reading
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Impossibilities
Gabriel appears to Mary,scans her heart,scares the bejesus into her.She drops the mending,the basket of eggs,the water jug,the familiar, known and comfortable.Reaching back…back…back into their shared story,this shattering, shimmering apparition speaks:"We can't do this. God can."…and Mary's heart and womb… Continue reading
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El Shaddai
A choice today:ally yourself with hopeor with despair. On the back stoop of your lifewait two buckets–one filled with cat crapscooped from your heart's litter box,and the other filled with milk and creamfresh-squeezed from the aching udders of God. Why… Continue reading
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You Have a Purpose
Todayyou have a purpose,a calling.Someone you will meet todaygropes toward hope,stumbles, fumbles toward the light,light radiating solely from you,solely from you. Thus you are sacred. Text and image © 2011 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading
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The Lord’s Prayer, Stanza 3
We yearn for your vision of wholenessto become our reality.Erase our pretended perimetersbetween this life and the next. We embrace the creation of Paradise–here, now–as our Greatest Commission. Text and image © 2011 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading
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Denver Art Museum, Holy Saturday, 2011
I The art of New Spain, 1598-1821.I sit on a creaking camp stoolsurrounded by assorted grim Jesuseswho bleed,who hang their heads with eternal weariness.Sad, solitary suffering,standing forever with hands bound,hanging forever with xylophone ribs. This is Good Friday stuff,not yet… Continue reading
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Holy Week
For most of my life, the tender, sorrowful laments of Holy Week, more than the joyous, triumphant hymns of Easter, have attracted me… Continue reading
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Bird Song
5:30 in the morning.Darkness still quiets the city.I open the sliding glass door,allow the in-flow of cold air… …and bird song:Somewhere nearby,on a tentatively budding branch,a robin asserts spring's certainty, then pauses. No more? Yes, more,now down the block,repeating the… Continue reading
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Remembering and Discovering at the Same Time
I am an admirer of the poet David Whyte. Even when David speaks about poetry, it is poetry. Listen to some of the ways he describes the art of the poem: remembering and discovering at the same time a conversation… Continue reading
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My Daily Office
…proffering Christ in pictures and poems. Continue reading