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Photography 3
Today,let a good photobe your textfor prayer. Text and image © 2014 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading
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Winter Train Passing
with a click, click, clackon the cold, steel track,the old train chugsthe engine lugsreluctant carsbeneath icy starson a cold, cold nightwhile a single lightcuts the snow that fallsas the whistle callsto the track, to the carsto the hard, white starswhile… Continue reading
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Moonlight
They call it lunacy,this peculiar feelingbrought on by moonlightwrapping the pines in silver. Life moves beneath branches,and my heart leapsbetween fear and anticipation. Text and image © 2013 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading
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The Internal Prophet
A prophet is dangerous–subversive,threatening the status quo,undermining our security. A prophet is necessary–critical,essential to our growth,preventing stagnation. You are the prophetin the country of your own soul,self calling self to courage, to pull up stakes and move– … Continue reading
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Heaven, It Turns Out…
How like Godto reverse our expectations: Heaven, it turns out,isn't something toward which we ascend.No, the journey to heavenrequires one to descend,in a steady, downward spiral,through countless convoluted passageways,as darkness deepens,and whatever baggage you've been clutchingscrapes awayas you squeeze through… Continue reading
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Christmas, Day 3
Nine years ago this day,mother willed herself away. Grief blinded us to this gift,which she had so carefully wrappedand presented, privately, to herself. Guilt blinded us to this tender exchangeas spirit said to soul,"Here, for you…that best of gifts,the one… Continue reading
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A Poem
A poem:why five wordswhen three suffice? The lone, stripped pine,silhouetted against the otherwise uninterrupted horizon,carries more of methan a forest of language and imagery. Text and image © 2012 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading
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Standing in the Pines
I stand in the pinesa worshipper–sun-warmed needles my incense,hum of wind my hymn.I close my eyes on the past. I stand endlessly in the pines. Text and image © 2011 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading