Arts & CulturePoetry
It's already late—where is the feast inside?
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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
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
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O unnamed & only
son too soon
slipped from tender clutch
of unripe body
In our global digital age, what can poetry and the arts do?