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You may make mistakes,
but you are not a mistake.
You may sin,
but you are not sin.
You may lose at things,
but you are neither a loser nor a loss.
Shame would have you believe
you are a mistake, a loser, worthless, depraved.
Love knows, no matter what, you remain
magnificent, beautiful, shining like the stars.
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In every relationship
you have a choice:
you can win,
or you can love.
What matters most?
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God of civility and kindness,
whose words birthed the cosmos,
whose Word became compassion, freedom and life,
Let my words be under your control,
Not only the few that eventually escape my mouth
(pen, keyboard),
But more so those that continually crowd my head,
unbidden, unruly, unnecessary, unproductive, unkind.
Let my words, inside and out,
be under your control.
Amen.
Text and image © 2015 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved.
When you were a child,
what ordinary things
revealed themselves as extraordinary?
What opened within you
the window of amazement and awe?
What triggered
the sacred "Wow!"?
The rumble of the freight train
shaking my bed at night,
the smoke from burning leaves
hanging over the neighborhood,
the roughness
of our cat's tongue,
the marble-like depth
of her golden eyes--
these brought wonder to me.
Childhood wonder
comes so easily.
As a child,
when did you know wonder?
The question is not rhetorical;
please let me know...
respond on the blog,
respond on Facebook,
respond on Twitter,
respond in an e-mail.
Your response will help me
reclaim the birthright,
open my eyes wide again with wonder.
Text and image © 2015 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved.
"All matter,"
he asserts,
"is on its way
to becoming spirit."
I ponder this,
trying to understand;
he's moved on;
I can't ask for clarification.
Is my matter,
even now,
converting to spirit?
Does spirit weigh less?
(That would be good news.)
Or does he refer
to the big transition
we make at death?
Instant switch--
matter to spirit--
Bam!
Or as I mature,
am I shifting my focus--
increasingly, incrementally--
from the stuff of matter
(which consequently matters less)
to the stuff of spirit
(which therefore matters more)?
Maybe he means
that matter and spirit
are essentially one,
all expressions of the energy
making up the cosmos.
The shift is in awareness:
from matter-mode to spirit-mode.
Have I any idea what I'm talking about?
Text and image © 2015 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved.
Candles beckon by the door.
Raven croaks out "Nevermore!"
We've got candy corn galore.
Must be Halloween!
Costumed children crowd the street.
Autumn leaves scrape past our feet.
'Round the cauldron witches greet.
Must be Halloween!
Lightning flashes, thunder groans,
Ghosties mumble, spirits moan,
Church bells toll a somber tone--
Must be Halloween!
Bats glide silent overhead.
Something chuckles 'neath your bed.
Grab the covers, hide your head.
Must be Halloween!
Text and image © 2015 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved.
Raisin cookies that
look like chocolate
chip cookies are
the main reason I
have trust issues.
I intend to
live forever.
So far, so good.
Stop making stupid
people famous.
My password is the
last 8 digits of π.
What is the first letter
of the alphabet?
a) C c) A
b) D d) B
And my favorite, this time around:
God >
Text and image © 2015 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved.
At the wide-eyed age of nine,
observing how her neighbors
helped each other
after an earthquake,
Dorothy Day asked,
"Why can't we live this way
every day?"
And then she did.
Text and image © 2015 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved.
Autumn,
season of round vowels,
season of orange sounds,
pumpkins, gourds,
words rotund in your mouth,
cool and soothing,
wood smoke, soup, slow cooker,
oo's and oh's and ow's,
couches, sofas, ottomans,
coming home,
powering down,
being around,
wonderful, globular autumn.
Text and image © 2015 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved.
Welcome to
The Inn of Receptivity.
Here we leave the doors ajar,
the windows unlatched.
Our location--
at the intersection of
Mortality and Eternity--
increases the likelihood
of our hosting
noteworthy guests.
Perhaps you've met one?
Perhaps you are one?
Text and image © 2015 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved.
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