longing
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In the Forest
You are lost in a forest.The undergrowth blocks you.Trees lean in.Light fades.Unidentified noises circle. What dangers waitin the creeping darkness? You know, don't you?You've always feared your erratic behaviors your in-crowding thoughts, your disquieting longings, your… Continue reading
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Christmas, Day 4
Longing speaks of God,leans into the Divine,lurches heavenward. Let yearning yield to the Holy. Text and image © 2012 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading
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The Box
He built a small, glass cube,each side 8" x 8",and neatly sealed the edgeswith clear siliconecarefully squeezedfrom a white tube. So the top could serve as a lid,he searched onlineuntil he foundsimple, sterling-silver hingesand a matching sterling latchwith a sterling… Continue reading
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The Vacuum
Nature abhors a vacuum. When, on the cross,the darkening blood of Jesusspilled from its tubing,vacated his veins and arteries,escaped like rain,though wood-grained channels,onto and into the thirsty earth,what abhorred that emptiness,rushed to fill it? We did. Text and image ©… Continue reading
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That for Which I Long
With every bone, muscle and nerve of this body,I long for God. I ache. Before, above, beyond, beneath– sacred mist, eternal fog, holy haze, the Known, the Unknown, the Unknowable– I want… Continue reading
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Sophia
Stand not in my waylest be ye bowled over;Sophia's my goal,so best ye take cover. My quest endeth notuntil I discoverthis Mystery calling me–Mistress and Lover. Text and image © 2012 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading
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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
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The Spider
The spider sits on a twigwhere the woods give wayto the sea's ragged edge.The moon, glowing like mother-of -pearl,has risen from the watery horizon. Spin me a web,"I say,"from here to the tranquil lakes of the moon,that I may ascendto… Continue reading
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A New Name for God
Every dayinvent a new name for God. Every dayfind another wayto voice your experience of the eternal. Death comeswhen you cease reachingfor the horizon that leads you onwardto speak in as yet unknown tongues. Don't resistand don't be afraid. Text… Continue reading
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The Hungry Ghosts
The hungry ghostsenter our homesafter the light dimsafter our eyes closeafter our souls set. The hungry ghostsfeast on the remainsof our day's banquet: burned toast, misplaced attention, unseen beauty, hoarded mercy. The hungry ghostsare those of uswho starved to deathseated at the feast.They leave… Continue reading