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It’s Over
"Put the tinsel down,"she said. "But…but, I'm not ready,"I protested. "We have to put this stuff away.We've talked about this." "But why?Why do we have to put it away?Why not leave it up all year?" "Because if it were up… Continue reading
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New Year’s Day
On this, the eighth day of Christmas,I remind us of what author Taylor Caldwell said: This is the message of Christmas: We are never alone. May you know this deeply, trulyin the final days of the season. Text and… Continue reading
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O Antiphons: Dayspring
O come, thou Dayspring from on high, and cheer us by thy drawing nigh; dispense the gloomy clouds of night, and death's dark shadow put to flight. We watchnot only through dark nightsbut also dark days.Who filled the worldwith… Continue reading
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O Antiphons: Lord
O come, O come, thou Lord of might, who to thy tribes on Sinai's height, in ancient times didst give the law, in cloud, and majesty, and awe. Shrouded Mystery,Evolver of faith,at your approachbreathing ceases;I… Continue reading
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Christmas, Day 8
Small-town downtown,Christmas Eve:stores close at 5:00 PM– less competitive spirit, more desire for all all to be home, to have this evening with family and friends, perhaps to bask in the warmth of a candlelit service, … Continue reading
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Christmas Wish #1
May yourholidaysbringholy daze. 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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My Soul
My soulis a temple in ruins.Where thousands once worshippedonly the common starlings–black against the cracked white marble–pace and peck for seeds. Only a soul in ruinsallows in, without constraint,the sun, rain and wind,the incense of pines,the glow of yellow daffodils,the… Continue reading
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Advent 15
I write beside our Christmas tree.Its branches embracenot only the ornaments, lights and memories,but also the mist of old souls,old souls who bring patience,wisdom, hope and comfort. One year,when my soul has ripened,it will earn its placewithin the branches,within the… Continue reading
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Robert Frost Revisited
Two roads divergedwithin the snow-filled woods–and I? I chose the one less traveled–and got stuck. "This," I said aloud,"is your fault, Robert Frost,and I curse you and your poem." Fortunately, I carry a collapsible snow shovelin the trunk of my… Continue reading