Loss
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Credo
Sleep in the dark awarenessof God as God is–unknowable, waiting, ready. Here we find faith. Here we lose self. Here we become love. Text and image © 2012 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading
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The Forest
Lost in the forest,alone, afraid, abandoned,I fall to my knees,bury my face in my hands,and weep. When my tears have ended,when I have exhausted my grief,I open my eyes and look around:trees have gathered,forming a protective circle,arms joining above, sheltering… Continue reading
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The Compass
She used to own a compass…perhaps now packed awaywith her old Girl Scout stuff–a sash, some badges, a plastic lanyard, an empty cookie box. Now she'd simply lost her way.On which side of the tree does the moss grow?On which… Continue reading
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Autumn Wind
Autumn wind,blow–strip the leaves from the trees,leaves crisp with deep color.Strip from our soulthe dry and brittle sorrows of the passing year. Autumn wind,blow–fallow the earth,prepare us for winter's cold and stilling layeringfor snow-shrouded stubble.Bring to our heartsthis welcome time… Continue reading
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Year of Sorrow
This the year of repeat sorrow;grief has ploughed a long, deep furrow,through the center of my soul. When again will I feel whole?Seeds are planted, yet no yield.Who attends this fallow field? Patience, heart, the Farmer works,waters, feeds and care… Continue reading
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The Death of Caring
Compassion died in me today.Where empathy warmed my soul's hearth,cold ash and half-burned logs stink of char and death.I no longer care,and no amount of wantingbrings caring back. The timing of this escapes me–it just is;it has come as it… Continue reading
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For Bonnie
Somewhere in the city,this dark September morning,before light infuses the eastern sky,before the crows stir and lift and caw their way back into the day,someone I knowkeeps watch at the bedsideof her dying sister. This sister, the one hovering near… Continue reading
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Blood-Letting
They once let bloodto cure madness. What must we releaseto end our ennui? Bring the basin;sharpen the blade. Bleed me 'til I care once more. Text and image © 2012 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading
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Blood-Letting
They once let bloodto cure madness. What must we releaseto end our ennui? Bring the basin;sharpen the blade. Bleed me 'til I care once more. Text and image © 2012 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading
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Grief
In that moment–that split second of inexpressible loss–she felt herself both diminish and expand. And while her mind yet reeledat the harsh actuality of it,something shifted deep within,reoriented in the direction of truthand therefore freedom. She would not understand this… Continue reading