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Stopping by My Mind on a Spring Evening
Whose thoughts are these?I think I know.He dwells within the crawlspace, though.I often find him mewling near,obsessing concepts, theories, fear,postures old and long of tooth,and seldom grounded in the truth. No time have I for thoughts like these,for I have… Continue reading
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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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Epiphany
Epiphany,and three queens approach the manger–royalty from the south–following, not a star, but intuition. Now it's time for Joseph's heart to ponder,while Mary's quickens,and she lifts the childto each woman in turn,so they may coo,slip warm, wrinkled fingers around the smooth… Continue reading
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Nuns File In
Nuns file intwo-by-two,palpable peace in black after whiteafter black after white…They reach the altarand bow to the Christ of the cross,then,each turning toward her partner,bow once more–this timeto the Christ within. Text and image © 2011 by Dirk deVries. All rights… Continue reading
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My Mystery
Blind me,that I may see.Deafen me,that I may hear.Mute me,that I may whisper your name. What must I loseto unite with you, my Mystery? Text, image and audio © 2011 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. To listen to this… Continue reading
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Behind and Beyond
We say,"Don't rely on appearance alone,"because great things movebehind and beyond appearances. When you begin to peer behind and beyond,you become a priest,a theologian,a liturgist,an artist,and a poet. Be ready. Text and image © 2011 by Dirk deVries. All rights… Continue reading
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God in Love
Why is God so in love with us–humanity gone mad–divided, violent, greedy? Because love is,by nature,irrational. Text and image © 2011 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading
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My Face
My face,empty at the table like a white china plate,waits for supper.From the kitchen,silence. Text and image © 2011 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading
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Like a Carpet
Like a carpet nobody vacuums,I accumulate debris–the dust and danderof images and dreams,memories and mistakes– grinding my fibers, dulling my luster, matting my nap. I need to be Bisselled.Heaven Hoover me! Text and image © 2011 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading
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Come, Follow Me
"Come, follow me." In Jesus' world, rabbis used this phrase to recruit their star pupils for advanced studies. If directed to you, it meant you were the elite–you'd made the grade, passed the test, proved yourself worthy. Jesus (yet again!)… Continue reading