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  • Simply by the Asking

    Poet David Whyteencourages us to askthe beautiful questions,which,simply by the asking,raise our eyes to the horizon and beyond,open space within our hearts,increase our generosityand transform us.     What do you regret?    Where do you hurt?    Who inspires… Continue reading

  • Writing Again

    My muse unleashed, unfettered,roams the grounds like a dog in heat,whimpering, whining, trotting from tree to tree,eager, alert, responding to every new sight, sound, scent,gathering sensations, collecting,distracted always but distilling everything. She returns at dusk,sweaty, tired, sated,flops beside me on… Continue reading

  • A Caution for Parents

    That something lived beneath my bedwas simply not the question."That thing is all inside your head,"was Mama's stern suggestion. But then one evening while she frownedbeside the bed and lectured,it grabbed her ankles, pulled her down,as I had long conjectured.… Continue reading

  • Credo

    Sleep in the dark awarenessof God as God is–unknowable, waiting, ready. Here we find faith.    Here we lose self.        Here we become love. Text and image © 2012 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading

  • 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

  • When I Lost My Parents

    When I lost my parents(as in death, not in the grocery store)I questioned the purposeof their life's creative output:    my mother's needlework;    my father's woodworking;    my mothers hand-written, stained recipe cards;    my father's watercolor paintings of… Continue reading

  • Misplacing My Heart

    Once again,I have misplaced my heart.Did I leave it on the bar at the Tipsy Parson?in the pew at church?in the hotel room on my last business trip? I risk it for greed,for the possibility of love,for the need to… Continue reading

  • I Could Have Used You Today

    I could have used you today. I needed you:     a stillpoint,    a saner pivot,    a rock to cling to while the currents pushed and pulled,    someone to click download,    arms to cry in,    acceptance of the mess I am. I needed another perspective,    a… Continue reading

  • If I Give You My Heart

    If I give you my heart,    Will you carry it with you?    Will you keep it from harm,If I give you my heart? If I give you my heart,    Where will you keep it?    Will it be close to yours,If I give you my… Continue reading

  • Good Day

    I accomplished much today.The western sky turns a satisfying golden pink.The crowns of neighborhood oaks and elms, summer-full,darken into rolling hillstoward which crows arc and caw.Everything heads home. Text and image © 2011 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved.   Continue reading