The 60-Second Sabbath

Photography

  • 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

  • With No Offense

    With no offense meantto theologians or accountants: A theologiantrying to explain Godis like an accountanttrying to explain poetry. Text and image © 2011 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. (Concept suggested by Wm. J. O'Malley.) Continue reading

  • Apology

    First, Happy Birthday to me! Today I turn 58. I'm celebrating with Tim in Las Vegas. If you want to send flowers, we're staying at the Luxor, but really, I'd rather you took me out for a nice lunch at… Continue reading

  • Feeling Dangerous

    If you woke up this morningfeeling dangerous,it's going to bea good day. Text and image © 2011 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. 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

  • The Convention of Jesuses

    I elbow through the crowd–so many Jesuses gathered from time,each designed to meet the needof a particular people, place, prejudice, pain… Look over there–pawing over the desserts–Republican Jesus,Democrat Jesus,socialist Jesus,and liberation Jesus,all trying to decide–cheesecake or chocolate mousse? And vigorously… Continue reading

  • If I Give You My Heart

    If I give you my heart,    Will you carry it with you?    Will you keep it from harm,If I give you my heart? If I give you my heart,    Where will you keep it?    Will it be close to yours,If I give you my… Continue reading

  • Returning to Eden

    Adam stands before God,arms crossed over his chest."We want back in," he says. "Oh, really?" asks God."On what grounds?" "We were framed,bamboozled, duped.Barely able to tie our own shoes,and you set up a sting.We're nought but children–your children.Don't you think… Continue reading

  • First Snow

    In advance of first snowthe chill winter windcombs the hares from the fieldsand shepherds them safelyto thickets and hedgerows. Text and image © 2011 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading

  • Remembering My Mother

    My mother died on December 27, 2003. This is what I wrote for her memorial: Mom died last Saturday. I was with her, saw it, felt it…profound, awesome, frightening, wonderful. I comfort myself by thinking about Mom's dying–and my own,… Continue reading