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Year of Sorrow
This the year of repeat sorrow;grief has ploughed a long, deep furrow,through the center of my soul. When again will I feel whole?Seeds are planted, yet no yield.Who attends this fallow field? Patience, heart, the Farmer works,waters, feeds and care… Continue reading
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The Shredder
I cannot standthe tap…tap…tappingof neat stacks of papers–piles of tidy creeds and catechisms. Fire up the shredder… Text and image © 2012 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading
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To See with the Eyes of the Divine
In an often-quoted passage from the writings of Thomas Merton, he relates the following epiphany, experienced while standing on a street corner in Louisville, Kentucky: "I was suddenly overwhelmed with the realization that I loved all those people, that they… Continue reading