silence
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Stained Glass
The sanctuaryhas never glowedwith such cool beauty. The restored rainbow of western windowsburns with unnatural intensity,set ablaze by the setting sun. Fans swirl chill airover and around us.Awe is worship,is wonder. Text and image © 2012 by Dirk deVries. All… Continue reading
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Mirror
I stand on the shore,just after the sun–firey orange orb–slips beneath the thin horizon. Water licks my bare feet,gently slaps the sand,pulls away,repeats,unhurried,consistent. My pulse slows,my mind stillsand wonders what might waiton the distant, mirrored shoreline. Perhaps someone just like mestands… Continue reading
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Cause for Concern?
Alone and silent,should I be concernedthat paper and pensatisfy me entirely? Text and image © 2012 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading
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What We’re Missing
Give me a reasonwhy life in this seasonshould seem so unbearably bland. With num'rous attractionsand endless distractionsthere's something we don't understand. We're missing the essence,don't pause in the presenceof silence, of people, of land. Text and image © 2012 by… Continue reading
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To Choose Tranquility
3:00 AM.Why am I awake?Odd dreams, perhaps? I scan myself: Seems nothing troubles the mind. A slight shift eases an ache in my back. Work is hours away. I find no logic for disturbance. So I tell myself: Enjoy the moment. Make… Continue reading
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Snowfall
Join us for tea? We will sit in silence,sipping and sustainingthe sacredness of the snowflakes,falling just outside the bay window. It's hard to knowwhat is the truer temple–the table we share,or the snowfall inches beyond the glass. Text and image… Continue reading
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Time
Time to write. Time for silence. Time to let God speak. Time to know who I am. Time to be grateful. Time to be human. I have all the time. I not only have the time, I have all the… Continue reading
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Sudden Storm
Warned by the windwe watch the western skybloom upwards in gray and white. Then a sudden race for the pavilionand the shelter of its corrugated, metal roof.We huddle in the center,deafened by the clatter of hailstones. Then silenceand an endless field… Continue reading
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The Museum
We visit a museum–an enormous, crammed collectionof paintings, furniture and glassware. There are employees here,but they display the same restfulnessas the items exhibited in the glass cases,as the furniture, unused, guarded by satin ropes. It's as if the entire place–contents… Continue reading