Blink of an Eye

 

 

So the most intricate German designed 

Engine is relegated to a scrap 

Heap after the passing of time even 

When exceptionally maintained, serviced 

And motored; a brief span of fifty years 

If one is lucky. About maintaining 

A universe that is billions of years 

Old, should it be said that it self-maintains?

It is fitting that a kind Maintainer,

Outside of time and space, keeps creation,

In the blink of an eye, in a loving 

Embrace; Love itself; human love: the warmth,

Climax, and key to everlasting life

Culminating now; true Love without end.

Gary Edward Geraci

He Didn’t Make Evil

 

He didn’t make evil,

He makes us free,

Energizes us in

Ev’ry second,

Leaves us free to act out,

Lets us decide,

So too, we live in sin;

Short, Exemplar,

We fall flat. Your Ways are

Wasted in us;

When the earth does tremble,

We don’t see but

Partially; we lash out,

Praying: stop it!

But let us see the whole,

Bring us Your light!

We’ll be more rev’rent and

Witness to God;

Won’t attack our neighbors,

Write terr’ble posts,

Or speak badly of each

Other! Can we?

John gave us his vision:

Jesus, Heaven;

Our reward and Heaven

Our hope! despair 

Not, emboldened, our step 

Now marching the

Narrow, through thick, thin, and

New suffering!

You didn’t make evil,

You made us free.

Gary Edward Geraci

Love of loves

 

Now new; newness, every step!

but see those plodding along,

they seem to plot alone, 

with strides short and heavy, 

fueled by waning wills, be wary:

one day weak, one day white hot. 

Be instead one who’s led by One

with newness in every step, 

staying clear of those steering 

by sole, sensory, substance; 

poor souls, often overloaded! 

Look, rather, rack some, no Someone 

whom won’t cease loving! from the 

purest of hearts, a Love that 

lacks nothing (this Love of loves!):

fills what abandonment leaves, 

taken not nor possessed by

any other, belonging,

His beloved! cherished and 

desired by the Love of loves!

Gary Edward Geraci

Dying on the Wood

 

Fallen: teaching telos; telos tells us

They’re made for swimming, spawning; swept salmon

Swim against currents, past predators, plus

Spend energy; death is all too common.

Piscivorous streams nourish feeding fry,

Decay bringing life; why one must first die

In the first place. Sacrificial. Now try

Our own species: to know and love our Why,

Who walked inclined during the heated passion,

And spent body and blood to forever feed

Us. God becoming grain and grape, station

To station, but first He would have to bleed,

Die, and rise so that the rest of us could

Live life everlasting, dying on the Wood.

Gary Edward Geraci