Marang, Marang, Marang,
Remind me my love of the fruit that stung
Our nostrils, left in the heat, what we
Didn’t eat, filled the car and house with
A pungent, fuel like reek, caused us to seek
Immediate relief in the ocean
Air canteen just down the street.
Gary Edward Geraci
Saintly people, having leaped, now wholly
Grateful for the purifying fires; Love;
This chasm spanned: unbelievers, scoffers,
The busy, pre-occupied, pessimists,
Skeptics of every slick stripe, cynics and
Sick; covertly and overtly sexual,
Self sustainers, successfully self-
Sufficient, the lot of them, their own end,
An untimely end but yet, gifted, oh
Those few final seconds! eternity!
For what the eyes could not conceive! visions!
Exalted and glorified! beauty! those
Lives before are seen as but slow shadows,
Contrasting now with the crisp lines of the
Reality - the realm that has always
Been and always will be: Sweet Afterlife!
A new reality unlike any
Earthly experience. vain life itself
Obscured, opaque like condensation on
Planetary glass, how did we advance?
Crossing this long bridge between death and life?
A life with God? Whoever accepted it,
Who found it within themselves during those
Fleeting, final seconds, to be strangely
Assisted - with a gentle plea - a slight
Act of loving persuasion - an offer
Made in kindness for one more, final chance -
The chance to wholeheartedly step forward,
To feel the heat, and to make the great leap:
Purifying fires of Purgatory!
Gary Edward Geraci
It is true that if He doesn’t exist
Then - a mother weeping by the killing
Fields where her dead children lie now and feed
Worms - ABSOLUTELY NO HOPE FOR JUSTICE.
Neither will there be justice for the slaves, Or for those killed during the Holocaust,
Or in the genocides, or during the
atheistic communist regimes, or
In the abortion
Clinic. I simply
Refuse to live in
A hell hole like this.
Gary Edward Geraci
Space is inexhaustibly
interesting - a super
abundant creature of God!
Gary Edward Geraci
Doctor Donkirsity, Dean of Diversity,
Throws books into boxes, into buses with boxes,
With witch like precision, which books - his decision,
And cleanses the library of “all lies and offenses!”
Next, “to the restrooms!” no rest ‘till they’re genderless,
Tears “GIRLS” from the wall where the boys aren’t permitted,
An eye for equality, sameness, and par, he
Rips “BOYS” from the stalls where the girls aren’t admitted.
Subjects like history - he wants them rewritten;
He’ll choose the science that bolsters his viewpoints; sports
Will be played, everyone wins and takes home a trophy
Rather than homework assignments that rob home comforts.
“Countries should care for its citizens and subjects,
Treating all the same way regardless their talent;
Let’s rid ourselves of religion, superstition too;
With equal pay and outcomes who needs the gallant?
“Sure some will resist but they can be cancelled;
Coaxed into wearing masks? The masses followed!
We closed down their Masses and told them to stay home,
Feeding their stomachs they opened wide and swallowed!”
Gary Edward Geraci
Under the glaring hot
Light of empiricism
God can not be found.
Gary Edward Geraci
The author of love
The source of love
(as it was meant to be)
Pure love
Of the sort we are but shadows
Human love that is
Vugular love, captive
And restrained, human love
Gary Edward Geraci
Needless noise haunts this haven,
Blaring horns and boisterous pipes,
Restless people shuffling papers,
Labored breathing through fiber masks.
Distant rumblings - rocket tests,
Shakes me from a ringing slumber,
Looking up to gaze and ponder,
You’re infinitely silent.
If I hear at all; a whisper:
This chalice I’m to drink,
To understand Your silence,
And expand my frame in wisdom.
Nothing less through the ages;
Saints, prophets, sages all the same.
Adoring the invisible
Through faith that makes visible.
Gary Edward Geraci
When everyone around you
at once seems morally
and intellectually
repulsive and stunted,
unattractive and loathsome
in behavior, yet, by
some unseen strength within you,
you muster a moment of
humility, then another
and another, remaining
seated among them, sitting,
standing, and kneeling:
you are on your way.
Gary Edward Geraci
