Nature

  • Limerick

    The grace of God is unbounded;it's depths have yet to be sounded    no matter the fall,    the trip or the stall,by Love we're relentlessly hounded. Text and image © 2012 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading

  • Dawn and Dusk

    Dawn comesspilling over the Eastern horizonlike a broken egg yolk running through the fields,up and over rooftops. Dusk comesflouncing over the Western horizonlike an overlooked debutantegathering her dusty skirtsand exiting the dance. Text and image © 2012 by Dirk deVries.… Continue reading

  • Gray

    A scene washed with January gray:gray squirrel lurchingfrom gray stone to gray stone;gray sparrow spading through gray mulch. Yes, there are spots of muted color–pale green winter-grass,the dulled red and yellowof the lodge-like building across the courtyard,but this is spare… Continue reading

  • Tornado

    A giant, gray ballerina,clumsy, out of control,pirouetted through our small town. Ashen dress wound too tightly 'round her legs,she struggled to stay upright,flailing her arms,whacking our single streetlightthrough the Miller's picture windowtwo blocks away,staggering through the bakery,ripping the roof from… Continue reading

  • Advent 14

    Like Scrooge's trinity of ghosts,the Beloved takes my handand flies me skywardamong dark Winter's stars,beyond my sapped vision,beyond this succession of pea-sized moments,beyond my desk of dust and yellowing paper,    endless analysis and digitized disorder…and for one brief momentreveals… Continue reading

  • Job II

    And what would you have said?"Life sucks"?"There is no answer"?"God is capricious and uncaring"?"God? What God?""Try meth instead"? I would have sat beside himand wept. Text and image © 2011 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved.        Continue reading

  • Playing with God

    When I write poemsI play with God.We race our bikes on gravel roads,stop to grieve for flattened caterpillars,marvel at Queen Anne's Lace,curl back the corners of bursting milkweed pods,watch their thousand filaments float on to raise new families,    to inspire new… Continue reading

  • Seated at Dinner

    Seated at dinner,others talk around me.I don't mind.I watch you across the table,a forest dense and  enigmatic.I will explore your labyrinth of hidden paths.Somewhere within is the still, sun-filtered clearingof which I've dreamed. Text and image © 2011 by Dirk… Continue reading

  • Night Prayer

    I loved your still world tonight.I walked it gently.I saw cold, silent moonlight    shining off the faces of polished tombstones.I passed drifts of fallen leaves resting in their hollows.I looked up through unmoving branches,    bare and black against the sky.I saw a… Continue reading

  • Rain

    I will sleep well tonight,with the rush of rain around me,with the woosh of water as cars pass in the street,the drum of drops from the roof to the porch,the hiss of mist whispering through blades of grass,earth greening herself… Continue reading