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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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Photo First #5
Nashville, April, 2013. Here we see old Nashville architecture reflected in the gold glass of the new. The reflected building stands out so well because it's fully lit by the newly risen sun. Additional drama is provided by the contrasting… Continue reading
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What Waits Within
The blooming roselives within the bud,the blood-red tulipwithin the dormant bulb,the canopy of sheltering leaveswithin the bare branch braced against the raw winter wind. What then waitswithin you? Text and image © 2013 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading
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Rainy Days in Denver
In Denvera rainy day is a rare gift. For those of you from drizzly climesit may seem annoying and dreary,but for us,it's our world renewed and cleansed,and we know the next few dayswill yield brighter green lawns.freshened airand a sense… Continue reading
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Reason and Rationality
He processed his worldthrough rationality and reason. "But that filters out so much else!"I protested. "All else?" he snorted."Wishful thinking! Superstition!" He said this as I watched angelsgamboling about his head,gleefully plugging and unpluggingthe dendrites and synapsesof his carefully organized… 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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Let Me Dream
In sleepI plow the fertile fields of wonder.Let me dream.Let not the sun waken me. 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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Sacred Spring
I sit among the lilacs blooming–lavendar, white, pink and blue.I inhale God. Text and image © 2012 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading
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Why I Write
I don't expect to be understood.I write because I must.I write because writing leads me to what lies beyond.I write to survive.Writing connects me with what is holy, eternal and true. How do you connect with what is holy, eternal… Continue reading