Little Rock
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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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Lent
L is for the lunch nobody packed for me;E is for the emptiness, not only of my stomach, but of my future;N is for the nourisment I lack, physically, emotionally;T is for the traffic flying past this… Continue reading
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Transfiguration
When Jesus was transfigured on the mountain,he wasn't changed,nor was he transformed;he was revealed. We, too, are called to transfiguration,not to be changed,nor to be transformed,but to be seen as we truly are. And who is it you truly are?Child… Continue reading
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I Yearn for Wings
Grateful for my career,I acknowledge its profound roots,reaching deep before I knew its name.I witness its vining tendrils,extending ever further from my sight. Yet I yearn for wings. Text and image © 2012 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading