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Pilgrim’s Compass - Barry Casey

I wanted to be ten when I was eight,

I wanted to be eighteen. I wanted

more when I was young.

I craved a mind which opened

naturally to awe as a field

upturns its face to harvest moon.

Already, I was weary

of fabricating certitude.

I am a pilgrim in the landscape

of my inner life, the dreamer staring

through a tree in afternoon.

I have put aside the compass,

for You come to me from everywhere.


Barry Casey has published in Adventist Society for the Arts, Brevity, Faculty Focus, Lighthouse Weekly, Mountain Views, Patheos, Spectrum Magazine, The Dewdrop, and The Purpled Nail. His collection of essays, Wandering, Not Lost: Essays on Faith, Doubt, and Mystery, was published by Wipf and Stock in November 2019. He writes from Burtonsville, Maryland.


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