potions put away;
child’s play.
powers put away;
contingent.
presupposing power
more powerful,
more complex;
an unenacted
potentiality?
just another mover.
strength is not in the cards
or the stars
but in Him
who just Is:
pure subsistence,
simple,
all act,
no potency,
no parts.
what starts in the Assembly
conveys into the home,
the workplaces,
the hearts of men and women
looking; seeking
a vibrant existence.
Gary Edward Geraci
Threw out my videos,
VCR, and old TV:
“No” to attachments.
Gary Edward Geraci
His penance, his mercy:
work, the layman’s pathway;
to improve one’s condition;
to give of oneself,
giving it all; and to get
to Heaven, getting others
to Heaven too.
Though not everyone’s a friend:
seems at times more foes
are setting snares and traps;
some of the same people
one would share the Good News
are conniving, jealous, envious;
one’s success, their disfavor;
one’s holiness, their hostility.
Seek out disciples anyway,
for good Grace is in numbers.
Sanctify the workplace,
your discipline, their example.
Let prickly thorns take you to Heaven.
The blood of sacrifice
and the aroma of mercy
become the leather work gloves
that wipe the sweat, allowing
perseverance, and the
collection of a sweet
offering to our Lady:
a favored fresh rose bouquet!
Gary Edward Geraci
Death is not the end, one will rise again,
Until then, imagine, the soul without
the body, how does one adjust? assured
In this strange new place, Love, no longer doubt.
Enjoy still being, though less than angels,
Parting earthly bodies, souls are now out,
But glorified bodies, many still wait,
Except the damned, who just wander about.
Gary Edward Geraci
The urge to be a Franciscan,
To the ends my service would extend,
To serve as a Dominican,
Despite the frequent faults of men.
I’d pray as a Benedictine,
Though You’re in need of nothing,
Or gather as a Vincentian,
Because You’re kingdom has no end.
So while the world turns to fables
And lusts to make their truth,
The truth that turns the tables
Is that our God is not aloof.
I don’t have to join a new order
Or pledge a vow to Opus Dei,
For Christ seeks me like a lover
And wills to keep me ‘long the Way.
Gary Edward Geraci
Title is Mister;
Boards nailed and paint mixing,
Work, the people’s mission;
Without, something’s missing.
Started in glory;
High, replete with glamor,
Now a bore and gloomy;
What it was, a glimmer.
For man’s fate chosen
By an apple, choking
All down, a new chapter
Of strife and skin chafing.
But from no relief,
Man’s good work was renewed;
Through skilled trade and repair,
A Carpenter redeemed.
Gary Edward Geraci
