resurrection
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Invitation 4
Hi, all. My blogging service, Typepad, was under attack and rendered inoperable since last Thursday. Today, Tuesday, it's up and running again. What follows is what I had intended to post Friday through Sunday (Good Friday through Easter), pulled together… Continue reading
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Digital Silence
And lo,at noon,digital silencefell across the land– no phones, no pods, no pads, no tweets, no posts, no notifications, no e-mails, not a single text– only silence. And in the… Continue reading
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Dreaming
At night they come to me–my sister or my father,my mother or her mother–mutually recognizingthat they have diedand that we have,for whatever reason,been given a few more minutes together. Sometimes,I ask questions,because I need to know,to understandmyself. Sometimesit is enough… Continue reading
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The Mystery of Our Faith
Christ has died. I am lost in memory, in the traditions of my family and faith, in a past that both comforts and cuts, that hounds and heals. But the past is necessarily … Continue reading
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Grief
Tears flow.Run themuntil they run clear. Tearskeep moistthe wounds,speed healing,prevent scarring. Sadness hurts,sometimes feelsit might kill. But sadness heals.One must trust this is so.Allow it. Sadness is baptism,ritual cleansing and promise–enter these watersboldly. One dayyou exit the fontwith memory intactbut… Continue reading
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Who You Are
Though loss follows loss,you are not diminished.If anything,you becomemore clearly, purely, simplywho you are. Imagine yourself a crystal goblet,sparklingly empty,reflector and refractor of Light–an object of beauty breathtaking,ready to be filledwith the attainableand the inconceivable. Text and image © 2012 by… Continue reading
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To Write
When you write,hold the pen lightly. Let it dance across the page. It looks to youfor neither destination nor purpose.It knows the steps. Just let it dance… Text and image © 2012 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading
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Easter, 2012
Mostly I saw it coming:the suicidal thoughts in the garden,the affectionate betrayal of a best friend,the whipping, the mocking,the exhausting trudge through the gauntlet of spittle,the thorns, the nails, the spear,absolute abandonment,that cold slab in the endless, empty dark.Yes, I expected… Continue reading
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Lazurus
In an instant,all was light–he stumbled,hobbled by strips of cloth,toward an open doorway,beyond which waited love. Where had he been these last few days?He recalled vague murmurs, voices, whispers…"…this is death, but wait, just wait…"He'd been ready to move on,… Continue reading