A Poem on the passing of Fr Casey

A POEM ON THE PASSING OF FR CASEY

As Innocents born into our mystical world,

We quickly discover the parameters

That determine the length and quality

Of our mortal existence;

If there is a beginning,

There must be an end.

As Life unfolds,

Joys and sorrows mark the years

With indelible nuances

Of events, places and people.

The Bishop Eton confreres and parishoners

Mourn the loss of one unique Scot

Who touched their worlds – not flamboyantly,

But with charming erudition and humorous wit.

He led a life of loving devotion and service

To his Redemptorist Vows and Confreres,

Brave to the end.

Thank you, Dear Father Jim.

We shall miss you –

Until we meet again!