Loss
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The Tears of Fish
Small fish, lost fish,swimming in search of home: When you cry,what happens to your tears? Text and image © 2012 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading
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Aurora, CO, July 20, 2012
Take nothing you lovefor granted. Text and image © 2012 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading
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Love’s Captive
I wantto be vanquishedby love. I want loveto win. Love,take me captive. Text and image © 2012 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading
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Who You Are
Though loss follows loss,you are not diminished.If anything,you becomemore clearly, purely, simplywho you are. Imagine yourself a crystal goblet,sparklingly empty,reflector and refractor of Light–an object of beauty breathtaking,ready to be filledwith the attainableand the inconceivable. Text and image © 2012 by… Continue reading
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When I Lost My Parents
When I lost my parents(as in death, not in the grocery store)I questioned the purposeof their life's creative output: my mother's needlework; my father's woodworking; my mothers hand-written, stained recipe cards; my father's watercolor paintings of… Continue reading
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Reflections on Good Friday
Good Friday.Tenebrae.Encroaching darkness,stillness. We gather to acknowledge loss–the loss of Christ on the cross,that great loss that echoes, honors, confirms our own.Tonight wraps us in loss.Tonight we wear the cloak of loss.Tonight darkness sweeps the earth without the promise… Continue reading
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Good Friday, 2012
Nowseewhatyou'vegoneanddone? Text and image © 2012 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. (With thanks to Jim.) Continue reading
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Screen Door
From where I sit at the worn oak tablein the center of the kitchenat the heart of the house,I see the sunset–orange, gold, red, yellow–perfectly framed in the warped screen doorleading to the back porch,where the railing leans outward,and the… Continue reading
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Selfness
Someone has suggestedthere is a third way: somewhere between selfishness and selflessness,lies a placewhere the need to care for ourselvesbalances the need to care for others. It is the way of selfness. I need to find this place of selfness,between… Continue reading
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Deep Within
Deep within this pile of moulding leaves,pungent with the smell of autumn's rot,lies a meaning mine alone to find.I grip my pen, my spade, and dig in hasteand race the dusk that settles too soon in the day,and fear the… Continue reading