Articles by Barry Casey

  • 12/18/2021

    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.

  • 11/21/2021

    Let us be true, truly be, / let us be. That was the refrain / I sang under the moon I lost / some months ago.

  • 09/21/2021

    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...

  • 08/22/2021

    “Your father and I have been very worried . . .” (Luke 2:48)

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