terrible
events I contend
to witness,
despite faith
in God, spared not their brutal
mark on my psyche.
real random!
i’m left with a choice:
contemplate,
seek answers,
listen for His consoling
words; His solemn voice.
i process
the great mystery
of my life
of freedom:
of the things man created.
can we say all good?
speeding cars,
and high flying planes,
injure both
man and beast,
but intervene, His hand stilled,
Hope buried within.
Gary Edward Geraci
‘Word of Faith’ ladies come marching down the Mississippi streets
Singing gospel tunes and waving large placards of babies born
Beautiful; beautiful babies of all colors and conditions;
Boys and girls, healthy and sick; big bold words defending a right to life.
Singing gospel tunes and waving large placards of babies born
In places where the plain meaning of our constitution puts
Boys and girls, healthy and sick - big bold words defending a right to life -
In the preferred place with inalienable rights.
In places where the plain meaning of our constitution puts
The least among us, the most vulnerable among us,
In the preferred place with inalienable rights:
So help us God, get out of the way, we’re going to court!
The least among us, the most vulnerable among us,
‘Word of Faith’ ladies come marching down the Mississippi streets,
So help us God, get out of the way, we’re going to court!
Beautiful, beautiful babies of all colors and conditions
Singing gospel tunes and waving large placards of babies born.
Gary Edward Geraci
Fallen impulse to throw your
Infant into the Bengal
Den during the weekend trip to
Cameron, the zoo you drove
Four hours to get to,
Tempted to swerve your car into
Oncoming traffic, isn’t
Your lack of sanity, it’s
Your fallen nature, no one
Escapes it either, however
Pronounced or unpronounced, the
Urge to betray your husband,
What people do, with no moral
Compass, to one another,
No pole of serpents to gaze on,
No Cross of Christ to look upon.
Gary Edward Geraci
come as you are
mixed catch of fish,
not as the world
scores life‘s brief game.
those too at war
can’t accomplish,
shrunken and curled,
when all are the same.
seem time’s gone far;
poetry’s all kitsch;
with flags unfurled,
a nation’s fame
falls below par.
matters not which
insults are hurled:
Name above name.
Gary Edward Geraci
