Latest Posts
-
Prayer for the Heart of God
Dear God,please don’t let dogma and doctrine,tradition and culture,the desire for comfort and security,the need to be right or to winerect barriers to loving others,to loving myself,to loving creation,to loving you.You are love,and all love flows from your gracious, generous… Continue reading
-
Amazed
Expect to be amazed, today, by something, anything, by someone, anyone.Be prepared to be amazed. (With a nod to Celeste Headlee.) Continue reading
-
Admit It
Just admit it: like me, you too are wounded, frightened, confused, and, perhaps, also lonely, sad, angry…I’m not going to tell you to buck up, nor to grin and bear it, nor to “let it go.”No, better, I believe, to… Continue reading
-
The Sower and the Seed
The Sower doesn’t check the soil first; they simply throw out the seed, generously, recklessly, for everyone, everywhere, no matter how ready the soil— at times dry and hard, at times moist and waiting.We are that soil, changing with the… Continue reading
-
I’d Rather See a Sermon
(Written when I was in junior high school…) I’d rather see a sermon than hear one any day.I’d rather one should walk with me than merely point the way. The eye’s a better pupil and more willing than the ear.Fine… Continue reading
-
12th Night
He was the oldest of the shepherd band, and because of his dimmed hearing the angel choir had been but a droning.While he was aware of the brightness, it seemed as if the sun flashed for a moment in the… Continue reading
-
On the 10th Day of Christmas
“Little is the Lord, and greatly to be loved.” –Bernard This is part of the reasonChristmas so appeals to me:God comes in complete innocence and purity,complete weakness and vulnerability. I might paraphrase Bernard and say:“Helpless is the Lordand gently to… Continue reading
-
Bird Song
slipsdipsdripsdropshops one note pouring gliding coasting into another joy Text and image © 2025 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading
-
Give Me the Sorrow of Ages
(September 8, 2025) Presenting the sorrow of ages, laid as a gift at your feet,the searching of fools and of sages, the quests they would never complete. Presenting the sorrow of ages, dumped with despair in your… Continue reading
-
Fall
(Written October 1981.) Who put the light bulbs in these trees? Look at that– it’s glowing from inside– translucent pumpkin orange– burning fire-yellow– flaming engine-red– spring-stream, yellow-green. This is a neon woods,… Continue reading
