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A Limerick for Christmas (Day 10)
There was a wee infant so coldAttended by ordure and gold, A paradox stabled, Our God somehow cradled.We've never seen helpless so bold. Text and image © 2013 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading
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Whiteboard
Picture your lifeas a whiteboardon which is writtenall you've been toldabout life and meaning– all you should believe, all you should do, all you should be. Thus crammed witha lifetime of scribbling,the board is unreadable,a jumble of… Continue reading
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Toward Healing
I peeled back the bandage."This is my wound,"I said. "It looks like it's healing,"he said. "Yes, it is.It still hurts some,but nothing like before." "What's made the difference?" "I stopped pretendingit didn't exist,stopped telling myselfI shouldn't be hurt that badly.I… Continue reading
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Christmas, Day 9
Hold my hand,for I am frightened:what if, just this once,Christmas doesn't come? We draw toward midnight;our candles burn low.How do we continueif Christmas doesn't come? The clock strikes the hour,the earth sighs beneath us–a sigh of sweet relief.Christmas has come.… Continue reading