The 60-Second Sabbath

Photography

  • Bargaining with the Moon

    Last nightwe bargained with the moon;"Your light," we said,"for this handful of dimes." The moon shook,spinning silver slivers across the sky,strands of light like firelies and summer sparklers."It's not my light," she laughed. Text and image © 2011 by Dirk… Continue reading

  • Metaphors for Departure

    When my sister died,she chose to stop life support,knowing the consequences. When my father died,a heart attack damaged himbeyond choice. When my mother died,she decided, "That's it. I've had enough,"and willled herself across the border. Nancy pulled her own plug.Someone stole… Continue reading

  • I Don’t Believe

    "I don't believe in hauntings,"she said."There's always some sortof rational explanation."  "I've heard your rational explanations,"he answered,"and many are so absurd,not even a ghost would believe them."  Text and image © 2011 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved.  Continue reading

  • Great Joy

    It is a great joy,to bring God back to God! "What does this mean?"you ask. Stop asking.Just return.  You are the missing partof Completeness.  Text and image © 2011 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved.  Continue reading

  • Abandonment

    Many of us find great comfortin the assurance that God will never abandon us,but let's examine the record here:she did abandon her only Child,whose chillingly anguished cryfrom the cross to which she was nailed–"My God, my God, why have you… Continue reading

  • The Poetry Group

    "May I point something out?"she asked,fingering the fringe on the pillow's edge,her feet curled beneath her in the corner of the couch.She'd been silent thus faras the others–with great intensity–critically dissected a poem written by another member.Her small voice startled… Continue reading

  • Imagination

    Within each of usa piece of the Divine burnsthat many–including in the church–would like to reduce to ashes;I speak of the imagination. Let us grace it with a capital "I":"Imagination." Here is God untamed, unscripted,unfettered, untethered–God allowed to be God,no… Continue reading

  • I Will Crush You

    "I will crush you like a fine china cup."This was the threat made to meoutside a barat 1:30 in the morningby a man twice my size,burly, muscled, not particularly well-groomed. My mind works fairly quickly–I wasn't seeing my life flashing… Continue reading

  • The Well

    In the corner of your gardenovergrown with weeds and grasseshides a well so long abandonedthat your spirit daily passesinches from its massive stoneworkclueless that its rusting bucketand the rope that's close to breakingcould in fact provide the waterthat your face… Continue reading

  • Jacob

    What if Jacob,sleeping that night in the desert,running in desperation from his deceit and dishonor,had slept with a pistolstashed beneath his stony pillow? What if,suddenly attacked by the angel(or God or whatever–it's left deliciously vague),Jacob had pulled out his gunand… Continue reading