The 60-Second Sabbath

imagination

  • John 8:31-32

    When Truth sets us free,she  frees usto re-imagine everything,including Truth. Text and image © 2013 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading

  • The Middle of Imagination

    In the middle of imaginationlies a field where clover growswhere I am free to wander,to lie down and inhalethe green, growing goodnessand know life unbound;my spirit swellswith the utter, unfettered joyof non-commitment. I observethe unconscious desire to breathe–in and out–in and… Continue reading

  • A Day with the Cats

    I spend the day at home with my cats,doing exactly what they do:I sleep when they sleep;I eat when they eat(from my own dish on the kitchen floor);I play when they play;I remain on all fours,keeping as much as possibleat floor… Continue reading

  • Reason and Rationality

    He processed his worldthrough rationality and reason. "But that filters out so much else!"I protested. "All else?" he snorted."Wishful thinking! Superstition!" He said this as I watched angelsgamboling about his head,gleefully plugging and unpluggingthe dendrites and synapsesof his carefully organized… Continue reading

  • The Shredder

    I cannot standthe tap…tap…tappingof neat stacks of papers–piles of tidy creeds and catechisms. Fire up the shredder… Text and image © 2012 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved.   Continue reading

  • Photography

    I take photos. For those with clear eyes,the opportunities are endless–skyscrapers, cemeteries, snowy landscapes… What I really seek to captureare dreams. Text and image © 2012 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved.   Continue reading

  • Only Poetry

    Only poetry probesthe complicated inner life of God.  Only imagination reachesthe unspoken and unarticulated mystery of What's Beyond. Only the mystic enters(naked, vulnerable, purposeless)the Holy of Holies. Only artists lead usto the Center. Am I overstating?I struggle to know.  Text and… Continue reading

  • Butterflies, Inc.

    Somewhere west of the last town,just this side of sundown,the road straightensinto the dusty emptiness of forever. I pull over to peein the buckling parking lotof an abandoned warehousewhose faded sign reads"Butterflies, Inc." I try to grasp what this means:a… Continue reading

  • Imagination

    Within each of usa piece of the Divine burnsthat many–including in the church–would like to reduce to ashes;I speak of the imagination. Let us grace it with a capital "I":"Imagination." Here is God untamed, unscripted,unfettered, untethered–God allowed to be God,no… Continue reading

  • Yet More Titles Waiting for Their Poems

    Present, Tense The Cat with Faux Paws Crazy for Au Jus Theirs Was But a Brief Engorgement Gradual Enlardment (Oblesity) That Which Keeps Me Going Soaring above My Grandfather's Garden From Infatuated to Outfatuated Given Enough Rope Have a Glorious… Continue reading