I Begin

Go home and tell them

All that He has done for you

Begin I to write

- Gary Edward Geraci

My Love Is Caged

My love is caged; the dog denied

My presence now trembled and cried,

Bound beast beloved and loved deeply,

Waited all day, crated and neatly,

For my return; turn latch and slide.

Now bounding and bobbing; wide eyed,

Circling, she picks up her stride,

Now sitting, kisses me sweetly,

My love is caged.

Christ loves like this I dared decide,

Though rotten, wrecked, quick to divide;

Loyal still, He does completely.

Both dog and man, weak and needy,

Bind hearts in time, a quest allied,

My Love is caged.

- Gary Edward Geraci

One In the Same Flock

Of goats and sheep, the goats He will reject.

So sanctify work; work but not harder.

His will and mine aligned - hearts work faster;

This lie is that we must do more and more

Is from this world’s banished prince the devil!

Lord, Savior, you called me to be a saint.

Smooth paths are for the sinner not the saint.

False notions and potentials I reject,

That I’ve sinned too greatly; from the devil.

Like dried, sun baked clay I make it harder:

My morning prayers; I must do ten more;

Poor urge to post one last, to post faster.

God did not ask that we move all faster,

A life of love like Christ’s is for the saint.

That I don’t fast enough; that I need more,

Like a cancer the soul does reject.

That it is not easier but harder,

This fallen nature is from the devil.

Envy is one demon of the devil;

To return calm and joy, peace comes faster.

To stay and pray, evil must try harder.

Through sting and hurt; just to love like a saint.

Christ the King; He came to save not reject;

Heaven found, faith and hope will be no more.

Burnout begins because what bears is more

Hate filled; I have become like the devil.

To choose in freedom, accept or reject:

A long bearded goat does not grow faster; 

Fed to the lions, both martyr and saint.

To win this race run wiser, pray harder.

If His good doctrine makes armor harder,

Then orthodoxy is not less but more.

“He did rise up!” proclaims saint after saint;

“Tempted without ease!” admits the devil.

With the growth of the tree’s fruit now faster;

Three, steel strand cables, wound, wont reject.

I reject with joy that all must be harder,

The “faster” allure and promise of more:

Devil ploys; cools not the love of the saint.

- Gary Edward Geraci

Fake Bananas

Fake news and fake followers,
Money hungry wallowers.

I think I’d be a fake too 
If I limited my poems to

Just stanzas of ones and twos. 
Like going to an all you

Can eat buffet at Bonanza’s 
On a special diet of just bananas.

- Gary Edward Geraci

The Pilgrim’s Aubade

I serve my fellow man in time. My wife,

Family, and friends, the joy I declare.

Each day begins anew; mundane, no strife.

Should I wake early, prayer lights the air.

We pilgrim people count not the minute

Or day; a life to live, God did give it.

Dominion, power, and might is alive

And ordained; a gift to humble, open hands.

Death, true door to our homelands.

But pray we thrive to one hundred and five

Or to the age of our Lord, thirty-three.

To open the womb, one day to be held,

Embraced, kissed, fore one last breath to breathe.

To celebrate life large we are compelled.

Long, short, invigorated or lacking health,

Life from conception is the moment of wealth.

Great glory beyond, true faith does inform.

To wail and lament the sweet, death departed,

Is short-lived, human hearted.

And soon, waiting soul, a new body to transform!

Who lacks not in faith is filled with love and hope.

Motives of credibility prevail.

Where Nietzsche and Sartre fail, Christ’s vicar pope

And Church preserve. Indefectible, “Hail

Holy Queen enthroned above...” trust Her promises,

Less anxious Her followers. Saint Thomas’s

Creation teachings, enlightened scholar:

“Seven Properties of the Glorified Body”.

God took a human body,

And did raise it from the state of squalor.

The single, elderly, same-sex attracted,

And married “will neither marry nor be

Given in marriage,“ like angels, protracted

In eternal grace of conjugal glee.

To be in bliss and need not to possess;

Communion, ecstasy, no need to dress.

Shame does not exist; new fit body; young.

What eschatology has established

Heaven has embellished.

Agape, Eros; the Song of Songs now sung.

Minutes pass, morning petitions conclude,

We dress, join the workforce, future assured.

To breathe or die is no longer a feud.

One choice, rapture or fire, need be secured.

So you too “may know that you have eternal life.“

An endless separation in the afterlife

Is damnation one can choose to refuse.

Pastors like Jesus go from soul to soul

And speak from the scroll.

The People of God begin with the Jews.

- Gary Edward Geraci