Big Bang believer!
And then the Word was made flesh.
Grace, improbable?
Gary Edward Geraci
Big Bang believer!
And then the Word was made flesh.
Grace, improbable?
Gary Edward Geraci
A shortage of thinking caps like face masks,
Scientists, now quacks, for fumbling their facts
Leave empty souls, stumbling souls, vacant souls.
“No shortage of face masks” is the reply,
But of good sense, the world is found lacking.
The god of progress it seems can be hacked.
Glass ceilings cracked, a new class of victims,
And core values are still under attack.
Extract from all this, history: fit in;
Absquatulate; don’t be late; holy ranks
Spared not, squat to the pressure; divided;
Too many factions; fractions of what could
Be. Blessed martyrs and blessed saints and
Painted Churches putting on thinking caps.
Gary Edward Geraci
Aliens unite us?
Something, some, pace to believe.
What are their designs?
Although, others can’t conceive,
Same still, mark of His purpose.
Gary Edward Geraci
God cannot be the
spaghetti god because He
would lack the meatballs
Gary Edward Geraci
My wife, with care, carefully
cradled your statue - from the
home it had adorned - to ours.
Preeminence - our altar
niche alive; purchase of fresh
flowers; the praying, kissing,
and the loving caressing;
kind community whose hearts
are emboldened, set aflame
for our Lady and her Son
as her image comes to rest
from one faith house to the next.
Gary Edward Geraci