life
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My Words
The words I write(what you read in this moment)gestate for days–weeks–months–in some cases for decades,never spring from my writer's womb formed and ready to stand. I lick them clean.I nurse.I wean. Then comes the day(for a few, but far from all)when… Continue reading
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Limerick
The grace of God is unbounded;it's depths have yet to be sounded no matter the fall, the trip or the stall,by Love we're relentlessly hounded. Text and image © 2012 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading
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Faithing
Faith should be a verb, as in,"Today I'll spend some time faithing." "Today I'll open to what's next,step into the unknown,discover and experience,take the cream pie in the face,accept the winning lottery ticket…" I'll faith today.How about you? Text and… Continue reading
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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
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Only One Chance
You only have one chance at today–only one opportunity, soon passed, to live this single day,the 16th of February, 2012. What will you do with it?Will it be well spent?Will you have gotten from it what you could?What will you… Continue reading
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Lazurus
In an instant,all was light–he stumbled,hobbled by strips of cloth,toward an open doorway,beyond which waited love. Where had he been these last few days?He recalled vague murmurs, voices, whispers…"…this is death, but wait, just wait…"He'd been ready to move on,… Continue reading
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When I Was a Child
When I was a childI spoke like a child and had to eat my peas.But now that I've grownI want it be known I eat just what I please. Don't be alarmedI mean no harm; I just… Continue reading
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This Garden
This garden,hidden up the hillabove the oldest gravestones,has a gate but no fence. I enter through the gate,though it means extra stepsaround the overgrown perimeter. This gardenis lush with silver leaves–no flowers, no buds preparing to open, no dried… Continue reading
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To Die of Tenderness
Is it possibleto die of tenderness? At times my heart so fillswith unexpected kindnessthat I fear it may burst. So many poets–with frightening beauty–bring to vivid lifethe inevitability of death. And then, in a second's time,I witness such delicate sweetness:one… Continue reading
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Temporary Homeless Shelter
I live in a condo,with heat in the winter,and hot water (most of the time),and a comfortable bed (beginning to sag),but ultimatelyit's fate, luck, the grace of Godthat keeps me here. I don't deserve this,any more than the people in… Continue reading