One Binder

These bound binders bind me.

Bit bothered by the binding,

Tried stacking, blue binders

Of black and white blind data.

Their covers carry crud,

The contents are rarely read,

My colleagues collect them too:

“Not knowing when you’ll need it.”

Shove-shelved in a corner,

A slim slab of shelf marble,

The sill against plate glass,

Unbalanced from the binders.

It’s all on the Net now,

From building dams to Bibles,

Yet I keep these damn binders

As if I’ll some day read them.

What happens in the end

To these binders full of words?

Would I simply read them 

Once - retain it to the end.

But here I am blank-bound,

Both binder and bound: to dust.

Dusting of my neurons,

The fate of living matter.

My memory might perish

But soul survives the binder.

Heaven-bound now, I’ll bet

Forever-bound, One Binder!

Gary Edward Geraci 

A Day Will Come When Each and Ev’ry One of Us Packs Our Tent For Good

fame, celebrity;

for kings gone by: Love levels.

fold those earthly tents.

Gary Edward Geraci

High Clouds of Heaven

In memoriam Neil Peart

Been catapulted backward,

Back to a time, a day

When only music mattered

And feelings could be freeing.

With levity, finding notions

Of a numinous force,

However muffled and slight,

Beginning to stir then. 

Today I’m remembering

A giant from that day,

Greater my correspondence 

To a different call,

Though minuscule my efforts.

I too kept my distance

But always engulfed in it,

I was wise to relent.

I’m wondering if he knew You,

Did he call out your Name

Or see You coming upon

The high clouds of heaven?

Or like me did he curse You.

In the midst of terrible,

Long trials, did he too dare scream

But then fall back, answered.

Gary Edward Geraci

Old Black Lucy

Together we age, 

Impeded, same gaits,

Some gates closed: stiffness,

Laborious pain.

We’re lumbering, now

So careful to step,

To balance then move.

You old black Lucy,

Remembered you’ll be,

In the new newness

Of the Heavens above,

A new Earth to come.

Oh old black Lucy,

The old earth our friend.

Man’s friend, friend to me,

Your mantle’s fulfilled.

Unconscious of conscience

Afterlife it’s true,

You’re of God whom is

All good, creates all

That is good; here and

Now and forevermore.

Gary Edward Geraci

Believers Two

Believers Two

The mind is moved to ponder love,

Falls short, its fill, the Heart above.

Divine this bond, authentic, true:

The Father, Son, and Holy Dove.

The wind ahead a winter brew

Of people, rain, determined few

Whom cleave together, undeterred,

No fad nor fancy passing through

Could rip apart their undissolved,

One flesh, one heart, one Love; one’s vow

Is scandal to the unresolved

And folly to the uninvolved.

To bind for life through grace, avow

With striking ardor, Christ allow.

Believers two: one Hope, one Thou.

Believers two: one Hope, one Thou.

Gary Edward Geraci