Sacred Vessels

 

Simple cynicism, where sin isn’t.

Purged of penance, a mere animal existence,

Coveting what’s mine from your self-interests,

Governed by forces I trust others have discovered.

Yes, with clouded lenses and wooden shovels,

We marvel, surface scraps dug, medieval man’s past,

Meaning left impoverished, pottery pieces

Placed beneath bright lights, the museum glass

Polished, a placard dates the discovery.

Dig, dig deeper, where sacred vessels are preserved!

And Incarnate Blood and Flesh were once observed!

And masses fed during the holy Masses said

With chants and songs and throngs in communion,

Beloved bound, God’s Love the same then as now!

Gary Edward Geraci

Tongue Lashing ‘Herod’

 

Restraint, the retraining of the tongue,

The smallest but largest loud speaker,

Tamed by the mind and will, its keeper,

Fashioned after the Height, the High Rung:

Let us love all, the new song, now sung;

The message, a change in direction:

Stop, don’t react, pause in reflection.

‘Herod’ demands your fidelity,

Your allegiance: “I am your king, be

Subject to me and my correction!”

Until a Babe in a manger section

Of a livestock stall sent him to his knees.

Gary Edward Geraci

Wonder Counselor

 

Exalted, grand people of power proud,

Even handed, world leaders, every age,

Righteous, a handful filled with right wisdom.

Yet which one among these could I hope to stand

And converse freely? Fade, fear of judgement!

You are my Wonder Counselor; dare I

Forget? I ready myself to speak Scripture,

There You are, only a few feet away!

Dare I seek an equal, a counterpart

Of earthly origin, to represent me? 

Feet feel a hounding heaviness when my

Search fails, finding not one; not One is found!

Men masquerade, fueled by paper currency!

Yet, You are One with me, Best-of-the-Best,

Becoming One with me, and at what cost?

Peace, love: to love Love and to love others;

To pray for those who would persecute you,

Advocating justice, willing their good;

Walk now in my Presence, lighting shadows;

You have found Him Whom there is no higher.

Gary Edward Geraci

Christ the King

 

Christ the King

Is it hope or doubt when I plead aloud

About faith in Christ, Queen Mary Mother,

The Angels, the Saints? “Let it all be so!”

Is it a sin to repeat? “Please be true!”

Please be true in a world choked with deceit.

Is it prayer or despair to check for proofs,

Reread the Sacred, and question the Texts?

Can I shake my head at scandal and sin

But still be faithful to the Voice within?

Divinely inspired, when you’re mocked by men,

Even Christian siblings, supposed kin, 

“Grace!” cry “God’s grace!” for Freedom set me free:

Bound first, wrists nailed, with a body hanging,

First-Born-Flesh, resurrected Divinity.

Gary Edward Geraci

(I don’t know it all)

 

Abandon myself

More Him less me, let it be

(I don’t know it all)

Gary Edward Geraci