Mayan Mayhem

I took a tour of a Mayan 

Temple and this teenager was 

Torn up by the turn of the guides 

Telling of the events; groaning 

For the loss of the indigenous 

People’s right to heave humans off 

The top of the stone towers. Even 

More groans when he learned it was those 

“Damn, colonizing, Catholic 

Spaniards” whom converted those poor 

Souls, killing their temple culture;

Teaching Christ which all pointed to.

-Gary Edward Geraci

Chapel Crickets

Today, while praying

In the chapel before

The Most Blessed Sacrament

I observed a cricket crawling

Along the wall made

Of real wood panels. I saw

Live potted plants, statues,

And other human beings; prayed

To you my Lord, their Lord;

The cricket’s; Lord, the Lord

Of the potted plants and 

The wood panels too and toward

This end, it dawned upon me

that you are the Lord of all

Things; holding them, visible

And invisible, and to be

My Lord! I found it easy

To cast my gaze upon You,

To love others as myself;

To be a light: your great glory!

-Gary Edward Geraci 

Convinced and Pointing

Point people to the philosophers

Point people to the famed paintings

Point people to the profound poets

Point people to the poignant prose

Point people to the learned prophets

Point people to the parishes

Point people to the well formed prayers

Point people to the priestly priests

Point people to the humble popes

Point people to the catechists

Point people to the apologists

Point people to the broad networks

Point people to the Sacraments

Where Jesus Christ is pointing to you

-Gary Edward Geraci

One Sacrificial Union Between God and His Church, Man and His Wife

the Eucharist is

the Body and Blood risen:

our Lord, Jesus Christ.

Gary Edward Geraci

17T/17B, 5-7-5 Haiku

Aft

Churning boiling splashing swirling air infused white 

Caps glistening rumbling aft forces propelling 

Vibrations blue deep blue cut angry and disturbed 

Frothing mad a paleness flat rising and falling 

This highway left behind its visibility 

Disintegrating into nets of sea froth whom 

Will ever travel forth this same path of water 

No one knows for sure thick panels of glass frosted

Panes solid immovable hurricane force wind 

Resistant slow sways and sprays lines of light brown sea 

Matter cutting paths toward the tyrannical 

Wake water blown apart formation scattered as 

Far as the eye can see a long flat line even 

Our relentless trail traverses only about 

Half this visible distance before being lost

Swallowed up forever nothing lasting and all 

Just passing into angled panes stained by streaks of 

Ocean salt and ship cleansers while brisk breezes and

A swelling a rising a reclamation to 

Reclaim that which was lost just momentarily 

Melded back together that volume of sea split 

Apart by an imposing bulk a bow so fixed

Rudely separated by revelers travelers 

In a steel hull shell of a structure determined

Disturbed yet transfixed by this hypnotic process 

Of PEACE making to regain a semblance of its 

Stolid demeanor to permit man’s steel hard shelled 

Device to pass through sea foam with no objections 

With no outwardly objections other than this 

Dissipating sea foam trail this dissipation 

This missive sea foam trail that only the sparse inhabitants 

Immediately ABOVE and below might care to read.

Gary Edward Geraci

Just How Things Are

i believe it’s true 

very few people believe 

in You otherwise 

these seats would be filled and the 

crowd would be red on its knees

Gary Edward Geraci

Not Just Slightly Perfected

I Baptismus

An improved version 

Of yourself? No. You 

Won’t want to lust anymore. 

The absence of the evil 

Fall of fallenness 

Will be palatable, 

A gain. 

II Reconciliationis

No slick of nudes,

Draught of vodka,

Or hit of weed 

Will measure up to

This; no

Press of flesh,

Push of power,

III Communio

Blast of freedom,

Will top this.

They’d be simply

Too human.

Rather like bland

And stale and so yesterday.

For this new and 

IV Confirmationis

Eternal glorified 

State, this new you, 

Is the you you

Were always known 

To be in the eyes 

Of your Maker, melded,

The heart of your Creator, 

V Matrimonium

Before these earthly errors, 

And earthbound corruptions.

So Amen: there simply 

Has not been, nor will there 

Ever be, another one

Flesh union quite like us!

Ah, a fine cliche? 

VI Ordines

A command brother!

Commanded into being;

An act of love first and 

While you were yet powerless. 

And you’d want nothing 

Less, after all, being in 

The presence of such a 

VII Unctionem

Magnificent Lover.

The fulfillment of all

Nubile people, nudge and

Play, prurient prose and

Salacious symbol making;

Scabrous stanzas of twentieth

Century thought simply seeking Purity.

-Gary Edward Geraci

Look Up Look Down All On Our Phones

Yes, this is just how things are.

Work today to pay this bill...

Touch to send, you seem so far.

Tap to text my words bizarre;

You’re within arm’s length - but still.

Yes, this is just how things are.

I’d write “say look up, that Star!”

“Can’t, my vision blurred, this pill.”

Touch to send, you seem so far.

The apartment paid, this car

Is new, the payment due still.

Yes, this is just how things are.

Avoid my best: a test or spar,

“I think I’m gonna be ill.”

Touch to send, you seem so far.

We’re separate we’re afar

All according to our will.

Yes, this is just how things are,

Touch to send, you seem so far.

• Gary Edward Geraci