The 60-Second Sabbath

Stillness

  • Photography 3

    Today,let a good photobe your textfor prayer. Text and image © 2014 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading

  • 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

  • 5th Ave., February

    New York City,held tonight in winter's fat paws,going nowhere. The lions freeze solidon the library steps. Cats breath rises from street grates,wraps in ice each twig,car antennae,pigeon feather,rat's tail. Text and image © 2014 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading

  • Haiku for the Christmas Tree

    Washed in colored lightand tears and memory, I'mundone by wonder. Text and image © 2013 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading

  • Corduroy

    Was going to write something this morning,but then a cat climbs up on my lapand curls into a tight, plump, capital "C,"settling onto the brown, wide-wale corduroyof the bathrobe my mother sewed for meover thirty years ago,and then the cat… Continue reading

  • Advent Lantern

    I hold my lantern overhead,and turning, look back at the past–such darkness blocks remembrance,only pinpricks of light in a field of black. I turn to look ahead.The light of my lanterncannot penetrate the fog of future's uncertainty.I hear muffled voices;unformed… Continue reading

  • Whiteboard

    Picture your lifeas a whiteboardon which is writtenall you've been toldabout life and meaning–    all you should believe,    all you should do,    all you should be. Thus crammed witha lifetime of scribbling,the board is unreadable,a jumble of… Continue reading

  • Happy Cat

    Two paws knead the air–Open, extend, close, withdraw,Repeat. Pure contentment. Text and image © 2013 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading

  • Confrontation

    He ranted.I listened.Something clicked:     He feels these feelings.    He believes these beliefs.    He thinks these thoughts.    They are his, not mine.    That is him, over there.    Over there seethes anger, drama, ego.  … Continue reading

  • Trying to Write

    1.I apologize to my battered muse,once again elbowed asideby in-crowding concerns,loud and demanding,like rich American touristsinvading by the busloada Mexican villageright at siesta. She shrinks and retreats. 2.My mind is too noisy and busyfor the careful, considered crafting of words,which,… Continue reading