Passing Lane Only

I think we’d save more

Lives mandating new driving

Tests for all drivers

Gary Edward Geraci

Day Thirty-Six

Day thirty-six into 

The quarantine. Faulty 

Assumptions I know on 

My part. You clearly, You're 

Not here Lord. Or would You 

Really leave me like this?

Intentionally dry? 

Look, He's God, OK. He 

Could be equally present 

With me as I watch on 

My living room TV 

As on the altar in 

The church, right? I mean He 

Could because He's God. Or 

Does human thought constrain 

Our Lord, hold our Lord hostage, 

Point us where He is or 

Isn't present? I’ve even 

Heard someone say that our 

Lord suffers being trampled 

Upon. Apparently 

Trapped in a crumb of the 

Eucharist, He falls to 

The floor as a result 

Of the Church allowing 

The faithful to receive 

Him in their hands during 

Mass. Really? As if it's 

Irreverent to believe 

That our Lord is not to 

Be consigned by fate to 

Reside left in a crumb.

Infinitely intelligent 

And omnipresent and 

Omniscient – yet to remain 

In a crumb? A prisoner 

Of a crumb? Afterall, 

A crumb is a crumb, not a Crumb. 

Likely, unacceptable

Lord. Perhaps of greater 

Wonder would be to question 

The unintentionally 

Displaced Eucharistic 

Particle. When does it 

Stop being the Body 

Of our Lord? I'd speculate 

That it would be nearly 

Instantaneously. 

The Lord who speaks matter 

Into existence, dare 

I say, would not be held 

An inmate to substance

No longer signifying

Graces of the sacrament. 

Is it erroneous 

For me to believe 

Christ on the TV screen, 

Because He's Christ, is just 

As present here in my 

Living room as Christ IS 

In the Eucharist on 

The altar of our church, 

When I'm sitting in the 

Pew just ten feet away? 

Yet this longing in my 

Heart goes unsatisfied. 

Gary Edward Geraci

Heaven’s Rewards

Still full and flowing over

Though I’m just a little cup,

Yet here I see a cup bigger,

Still full and flowing over.

Was sinful but repentant, moreover,

Changed my selfish ways; started looking up,

Still full and flowing over.

Though I’m just a little cup.

Gary Edward Geraci

Right Now

Expansive Christian

Revival, worldwide, Holy

Spirit come; make haste!

Gary Edward Geraci

World Pandemics

Would we all get together, 

Once victims of the world’s pandemics,

All from different eras:

Yours horse and buggies,

Mine, rocket ships.

The gravity of the loss

Of loved ones shared

And then it was our turn.

Human affairs, even the most

Advanced, our small talk now,

Compared to the immensity

Of Heaven, the ever endless newness

Of eternal living. Promises no longer,

Faith and hope long put aside,

Love and joy now, Love and Joy!

Gary Edward Geraci 

His Kind of Repentance

I’d do good to ask myself, right about 

now, what it meant when the Baptist cried out 

“Repent!” Shouldn’t a believer today 

believe His Old Testament wrath; God 

reigning down upon His people; until 

prideful man finally repented? Pent-up 

anger, skies rent, up and down, plagues spent, 

war, fury and death. I can’t now know for 

certain if, this day, we are being judged, 

this way, by the very same God, whose arm 

hasn’t shortened. Lord knows the world has gone 

to hell as of late. I can indeed know, 

certainly, that I can and should, with profit, 

contend to repent. Always. And so 

“yes,” my conscience answers, “yes indeed, in 

the spirit of John,” I’d drop knees and repent.

Gary Edward Geraci