Barry Casey taught religion, philosophy, ethics, and communications for 37 years at universities in Maryland and Washington, DC. He is now retired and writing in Burtonsville, Maryland. More of the author’s writing can be found on his blog, Dante’s Woods. Email him at firstname.lastname@example.org. His first book, Wandering, Not Lost: Essays on Faith, Doubt, and Mystery, is now available.
The preacher enters the pulpit. / The waiting watchful befriend her like a cloak. / In the round silence of those before her / she breathes — in, out, in.
Let us be true, truly be, / let us be. That was the refrain / I sang under the moon I lost / some months ago.
Mark 8:22-26 / “What do you see?” he asked me. / It was a simple question: / describe what is before you, / give it a name. Do you remember? / No? Well, do the best you can / All this was in my...
“Your father and I have been very worried . . .” (Luke 2:48)
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