Blown Away

i can’t make this veil i see into something other than a veil

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i don’t jump up and down either upon learning about what’s really under it

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but i’m blown away in awe none-the-less

Gary Edward Geraci

This Binding Cocoon

My worldview befits

the closed-in deadness of a

cocoon; safe and self-

satisfied; bereft of the

keys to blinding mysteries.

-Gary Edward Geraci

Silk Cocoons

Jubilant for me

(and you!) to light a single

silk thread of that which

enclosed you, fuse fired, to set

you loose so we might fly free.

-Gary Edward Geraci

Nasty Nihilism

a zero-sum game?

what lies beyond is the risk

Love IS or isn’t 

Gary Edward Geraci

Large Mirror in the Hall

Pause, gaze and reflect! This youthful image! (Can it be? Is is true?)

Putrid masks shed - - squalid seas of stupor sink,

Gauzed wounds of sin now healed - - each ache and pain sold for penny scars of vices;

A free man’s posture, poise and joy,

Poisoned past with penance, tempered waist with fasting, waste trimmed, and chaste,

Plan of life to live daily, Adoration, self-oblation,

Temptation tried; live, liberated constitution,

Man, mindful of mystery - - stately, sturdy, fit;

Wise with words of wisdom, withstanding

Fads of passing fancy - - friends, stable family;

Clean, that clouded glass a ghastly image of the past,

Clean you’ve died to self - - and the self you see is Christ!

Gary Edward Geraci

“It’s now no longer I that live but Christ lives in me.” Galatians 2:20

In the Beginning

Twasn’t political 

When God formed earth - brought man forth

To subdue the world

-Gary Edward Geraci

Genesis 1:28

Love for Love

Bulbous beads of molten solder

The creature’s tears well up

As if surging forth from a path

Of struck heart. Bits of moist chill

Filling across the lower lash

Both blurry and heavy; heavy and blurry

Until gravity grabs and free falls 

And splashes the cheek;

A shining slug trail streaking its

Descent; healing, healing though

Mourning...it is saved.

The cool stripes on its face,

A signature recompense for

The beaten and lashed; the bitter, bloody,

Burning, raw stripes - and felt

By His Most Sacred Heart.

• Gary Edward Geraci 

Spanish Mass

I’m a poet

not an ascetic 

prone to pray

but not to delay

the gratification 

of light and wind

combing a spring garden

in a placid sway 

- Gary Edward Geraci