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The Normal Trajectory of Maturity
The normal trajectory of maturitymoves us from ego and pride of intellectto gentle yielding to the opinions and judgments of others. I'm moving slowly along that trajectory,but embarrassed by how often my imperiousness blocks my forward journey. Arrogance.Moral superiority. I am so… Continue reading
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Say, “Yes!”
Does it bring you life?Say, "Yes!" Does it break you open?Say, "Yes!" Does it pour you out?Say, "Yes!" Text and image © 2011 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading
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All Fish Could Sing
"All fish could sing," the old one saidas she scraped the scales and severed the head."They sang to each other their songs of dread,of silt, of sunlight, of someone to bed,or why the fisherman's lures of leadwere dragged through the… Continue reading
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The Simplest Prayer
What is the simplest, most elemental prayer?Some say, "Help!"Others say, "Thanks!"Or perhaps it is "Wow!"uttered in moments of unanticipated wonder(or for the inarticulate and our animal cousins: "!"). I say,for all living, breathing beings,the quintessential prayer is this: <sigh> whether… Continue reading
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Your Tongue
Your tonguelike the clapper of a wind-battered bell,constantly clangs and clatters.Why the ceaseless alarm? Hush now and allowthe sufficiency of silence. Text and image © 2011 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading
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I Sit in Bed Writing This
I sit in bed writing this.Willy curls beside me,his front right leg,thrown over my calfas over a bolster.He watches me–just watches me–for minutes on end watches me–green eyes wide and calmframed by the roundness of his midnight face.Watchescontentcomplete. Oh, to… Continue reading
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Dinner in Eden
The fruitnewly, neatly peeled and sliced,fanned across the plate,waits for them. "Why not?" she asks."What possible difference could it make?" Silence. "That's the crux, isn't it?We don't know–We can't know until we know." She inhales:"It smells heavenly–both sharp and sweet–like… Continue reading
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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
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I Steer Clear
"I steer clear of poetry," she said,"because it insists the universeis held together by moral coherence." She brushed the crumbs of her croissantoff the linen tableclothand into her napkin,then glanced around for some acceptable place to shake it out. "I… Continue reading
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Peculiar Blindness
When God repairs our visionwe're stuck with peculiar blindness:all those things with which we try to define ourselves–even faith–become invisible;we only see what matters. What is left? Text and image © 2011 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading