Proof of My Charity

 

Not a revolutionary

But a peacemaker;

Humbled to assign the 

Will to its docile place; 

Letting essence lead existence

To define and fulfill all joy;

No need to hastily tear down

What justice patiently builds up.

Gary Edward Geraci

Beyond the Sensual

 

How should I love Someone I can’t see, hear, smell, 

Touch, or taste? Would there be still greater ways? 

Through Faith, I’m told, ‘Thrice.’ I’ve heard no one says

It’s easy; suffice to say fierce fires, hell,

Burn division, camps, and factions; farewell!

They’ll retort, through a cloud of dust and haze;

Guide me! the Shepherd steps me through this maze.

Might I heighten my emotion? He’ll tell

Me of those with strong convictions who could

Breathe the foulness of ideologies 

Born by folks with no faith at all - or so 

They’d say; touch idols that splintered like Wood;

Eat Food that’s bland; see grand technologies

For leading man’s love further from the Know.

Gary Edward Geraci

Resting Place

 

Mary livens one’s dream;

Inquiries to follow;

Another conversion gently inspired.

You live as the Saints are

Alive; the martyrs having

Survived after all; everlasting

Life, we were shown on the Mount,

As exclaimed by Peter,

Who pleaded: three tents for the living!

Dear Mother, comfort me;

Your warm bosom a place

Of rest for my tired and troubled head.

Gary Edward Geraci

Peter exclaimed, “Lord, it’s wonderful for us to be here! If you want, I’ll make three shelters as memorials—one for you, one for Moses, and one for Elijah.” Matthew 17:4

Now resetting the daily schedule for more screen time and pot smoking

 

More marijuana!

Don’t think/get into debates -

‘Big Bro’ will provide.

 

Gary Edward Geraci

Fides et Ratio

 

The sapiential:

Give sight to Reformation’s

Blind Fideism.

Gary Edward Geraci

Open Road

 

Kayleigh Flynn, a radiant young woman of about nineteen,

Dressed in fine flowing Irish flax linen, her proud figure

Defined by the Iris print fabric that followed her fleeing

Frame. The beauty of traditions that once defined with vigor

Her ancestral heritage she seeks; her perfumed cleavage

Discreetly hidden; at bay – the devouring Celtic Tiger.

Adorned with handcrafted Ogham charms, rings, and bracelets, the image 

Of faith, reason, civility and gentleness her

Exhibition when we crossed paths on the open road.

She recited me the rhymes and verses, poetry of culture,

Defined by sign posts and clear destinations; we strode 

Onward together for as long as I could remember.

Her youthful resolve charging ahead for reversal, change

In direction, the restoration of moral decorum:

The Taoiseach, the unborn, families, ideas 

to exchange.

“So I leave these shores behind and I’m on my way to Fordham.”

But I begged her to stay, the corruption in the West even greater,

I pleaded, so soon to corrode a dear angel like you.

Let us reroute to Phoenix Park, marry, and together

Bear many children and raise them in the faith of our homeland, true

Patriots, kin of valor; we will seek the like-minded,

And scrub away the filth and shame that leaves Saint Patrick to blush.

The devil would have you do as you say;

a country divided,

Dear Kayleigh Flynn, as her children are her only hope when aflush

With Spirit: her passion - given clear visions of liberating truth,

Taken not twice by falsehoods and progressive deceits;

Her faithful - guided by our venerable Mother, the Rose of her youth;

Her hands and feet - an emerald beacon to the world’s conceits.

Her rosy cheeks now streaming with tears but her mind could not be swayed,

She kissed my cheek good bye and then our separate ways we went.

For it was not by me but by her people that she had been betrayed.

To the open road she took, Kayleigh Flynn, change her sole intent.

Gary Edward Geraci