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Sophia Again
She stepped from the broom closetlike a dinner guest exiting the powder room."Missed me?" she asked. "Like gas pain," I answered. "You know I'm here to relieve the pain?" "Yes, I know that." She eyed the box of Russel Stovers… Continue reading
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What If?
What iflocked inside of methere is an individualso brilliantly creative,so astonishingly original,that, if liberated,he would revolutionize medicine or literature or technology or psychology or peace-making or religion? What if fear has kept him hiddenall these decades? What if… Continue reading
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My Job
There are times I think,"No one else in the worldholds the knowledge and experienceto do my job." And there are times I think,"The job I docould sink into oblivion this afternoonwith nary a ripple in the pond." So what do… Continue reading
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The Meaning of Life
Two martinis now within,just east of my usual filters,I'm close to asking the waiter,"What do you think is the meaning of life?What, in you opinion, is the point?" My notebook and penwait open beside my now-empty plate. But alas,perhaps a… Continue reading
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Rain 2
Thomas Merton speaks poeticallyof the "voice" of the rain:"…all that speech pouring down,selling nothing,judging nobody,drenching…" I delight in rain's intentional purposelessness. "I am here for my own sake,"says the rain."I am eternal.I am life. "Close your eyes and listen:hiss, plash,… Continue reading
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Epiphany
Epiphany,and three queens approach the manger–royalty from the south–following, not a star, but intuition. Now it's time for Joseph's heart to ponder,while Mary's quickens,and she lifts the childto each woman in turn,so they may coo,slip warm, wrinkled fingers around the smooth… Continue reading
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Christmas Day
At the museum,a pensive Josephgazes down at his infant son,father's soft, brown beardagainst the baby's cheek,their skin impossibly smooth and porcelain fragile. Joseph's brocaded, burgundy robeembraces them both.Thin lines of gold radiate outwardfrom behind their heads,and they are framed by a rectangle… Continue reading
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The Labyrinth
I awaken in the centerof a vast, grassy labyrinth.I cannot see its outer rim,but the well-worn path leads outward,freshly trodden. The labyrinth of lovebeckons me. Text and image © 2011 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading