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Maundy Thursday, 2013
She huddles on the shore,feet buried in moist sand,cold to the bone, but rooted. The waves pull at each other,slide up and over rocks,recoil and echo,slosh and hiss. She feels awash and adrift,tasting a salt seabroader and deeperthan human need. … Continue reading
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Flotsam
Dis-identifyfrom your thoughts.You are not the things you think. Thoughts are your mind at work– often obsessed, often distracted, often distressed, often wrong. Your thoughts are not you;they are games your mind playsto amuse itself. Let… Continue reading
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Like Fish in Water
When was the last timeyou heard of fishattending a conferenceabout water? Why, then,do we attend conferencesabout God? Text and image © 2012 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. 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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Water of Life
follow with methis rainbow that leadsto the mountain of dreams worth the schlep at the end of that arcwaits a swimming hole;we bathe therein the holy water of life that for which you thirst…eternally quenched Text and image © 2012… Continue reading
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The Edges of This World
The edges of this worldare often slippery and unstable;I lose my balanceand fall within…to the voice of God,the sound of the thinnest silence. Text and image © 2012 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading
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Liquid Moon
Last nightI halted at the pond's edge; the moon had donated her fullnessto the water's textureless surface. Text and image © 2011 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading
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Alchemy
Alchemy in a Cambodian factory–jingle bells createdfrom the remnants of roadside bombs. This holidaythe jingling you hearmay be the transmutationof intended dismemberment and deathinto delight and life. This is redemption. Text and image © 2011 by Dirk deVries. All rights… Continue reading
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The Well
In the corner of your gardenovergrown with weeds and grasseshides a well so long abandonedthat your spirit daily passesinches from its massive stoneworkclueless that its rusting bucketand the rope that's close to breakingcould in fact provide the waterthat your face… Continue reading
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Go Gracefully
Go gracefullylike the heron risingfrom the mirrorof its cypress-rimmed pond,with two languid flapsof its wide, white wings–once, twice, away–toes briefly trailing parallel linesin the breathless, calm waterwhere early bronze sunlightripples, spreads and returns to stillness. Text and image © 2011… Continue reading