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Arts & CulturePoetry
Philip Metres
I'd hear Mom groan, The Messiah, again?
Arts & CulturePoetry
Philip Metres
It's already late—where is the feast inside?
Arts & CulturePoetry
Philip Metres

Indeed, the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Do not fear; you are more valuable than many sparrows (Lk 12:7).
                            

But the ends of the earth
writhe in crazy fire, so I narrow
my eyes to count each strand
upon your sweet and tender head,

replenished by their number.
Midway in this thicket, a father
now, my own skull bared
by time’s flames, today I learn

for the first time the inside
of a girl’s hair, to brush the hair
beneath the hair. The generous

Denise Alexander and Madison Craig put the finishing touches on an Advent wreath at the Shrine of St. Anthony in Ellicott City, Md., Nov. 30.
Philip Metres
During Advent a few years ago, I composed meditations each morning on the day’s scriptural readings as I experienced the season. This Advent journal was my experiment, my practice as a writer and a seeker, to anchor myself before each day pulled me in all its directions. I began with Scripture
Arts & CulturePoetry
Philip Metres
Then the Lord stretched out His hand and touched my mouth...
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Philip Metres
In our global digital age, what can poetry and the arts do?
Arts & CulturePoetry
Philip Metres
O unnamed & only son too soon slipped from tender clutch of unripe body
Poetry
Philip Metres
So easy to mistake him for the crucifier,