Sheaves of poems
On printed pages, no one’s
Asking, now collecting dust
On library shelves. Must
I relegate my verse
To be relevant? Terse,
Copiously edited,
Now I’m credited.
Yes, an accredited poet.
But you’d never know it.
Ethereal, spread digital, line
By line, preservation not mine
To decide but posterity’s:
Pride to provide, eternity’s
Heavenly side, and those
Whom learned by grace and chose
Still, this gift, to serve others,
The Lord’s sisters and brothers.
So let this His Kingdom come
And what’s earthbound - reduce to none.
Gary Edward Geraci
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