Locked Out!

In this His Cross all have a share,

Bleed, brood, but bar none, all to bear.

New pagan ways, feign and lie,

Devil’s inroads - the soul to die.

False freedoms: jealousy, envy; 

Vain, thankless, pinched of liberty.

In dirt I crawled yet yearned for ease,

Spurn not your son forgive me please!

Dire straits, confined, pressed out the breath;

Gaped, gasped, a skyward grasp from death.

Shunned not the Church but it is shut!

Jaunt through mire and slime - tell you what!

This one respite, our high haven;

Jaws of hell spit, stole my heaven;

Locked out! Wait! Streaming feed: movement!

Live! Soul food - the great Sacrament!

Flickering flames, candles, and shadows;

Majestic God - glory follows!

Pray, converse with God; put to trust

His grace and grace to give must,

By clear assent, climb pure heights;

Heirs, fair children! Free, He delights!

Our flesh He took; in Bread now,

Dazed to see, compelled to bow

And bend a knee. Might! Adore!

Christ King! Prostrate, fall to the floor.

Lord Jesus, the Son, I AM.

Born to draw near, in love I am!

- Gary Edward Geraci

I Defeated Satan

I defeated Satan by leaving those

Last two cookies in the cookie jar; how

I’ll ever know for sure, well, I’ll just wait.

I defeated the flesh by pulling up

Two dark church socks with spotted patterns and 

Overstretched elastic bands; they don’t stay up.

I defeated the world by smiling at 

The fool that rode his motorcycle through

The stop sign looking back at me, gloating,

Rocking the cool sign and then slamming 

Into the back of a parked car while I

Tried my best to suppress a laugh which

I couldn’t. No wait that second part didn’t

Really happen, I just wished that it did.

I defeated Satan by leaving those

Last two cookies in the cookie jar; how

I’ll ever know for sure, well, I’ll just wait.

-Gary Edward Geraci

Frames

Love is but times that muscling smack

Fierce passions back,

Intrepid stands,

To lock one’s hands

In prayer and supplication; bust;

Break legions; thrust

Down faithless foes;

Those lies Lord knows.

Lean partialities, agape

Like cloak and cape.

True agape

Shared; One; the Way.

• Gary Edward Geraci

“Marfa, Marfa you are worried and upset about many things”

The woman and the man who beaded sweat

As they threaded the needle that clasped

My fine garmet together. Don’t you love

It’s striped silk inlay that no one else but

I will ever see? Like fine, intricate

Chiseled stone art high above street level

Leveled; hugging the chimney top adorning

Their building; work that only God will see.

-Gary Edward Geraci 

A Flash In the Pan

A corpulent man in a Porsche with a thinner, younger woman standing outside the rear passenger door; waiting while he vacuums its interior.

The church secretary receives a shipment of red wine and round wheat hosts with just her signature - chasing off skateboarders riding the rails past the Virgin Mary. 

An adolescent teen discovers that he can indeed tame the wild, cruel streak imposing itself at the most inconvenient of times.

Cold water from a Yeti drink canister tastes good while “Big Band Swing Sunday” plays in the background...

A giant white Great Egret lands on a log in the muddy river water and patiently waits for a minnow; a flash in the pan.

• Gary Edward Geraci