This morning’s afternoon hopes to be
Of peace and painless consolations,
Love kind, kindness, sound security:
Freed man; fervid prayer and mentations.
Noon, after mourning doves flying flexed
In fixed numbers, sort, soar, slightly spread:
Shook, shoulder-sigh and I sit row high next
To a young girl; we have shared bread.
Her mom too; familiar faces lined,
Friends filed, like family, one journey;
Returning, turning from sin; one mind;
Content, the content of our souls sprung free.
So our sojourn is as nutmeg swirl
In a petite, cold porcelain cup
Of eggnog; poured, powdered, stirred to whirl:
World’s saints mark and flavor; saints to sup.
One by one we prep and pray, make way
To the One who gives to bind and loose;
Blind Mercy Divine, He takes away
The rancor of sin and its deadly noose.
Then I run to pray my penance, pleased
By the ease; this certainty; my resolve:
To execrate frail faults; fraught misdeeds;
To consecrate work, problems to solve.
For those who partake my love is great,
Rest assured: a cloud of witnesses!
We confirm each other; smiles, handshake,
Yet they are face to Face; their witness His!
-Gary Edward Geraci
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