Fire of Love

 

this old piece of grass 

is fading, wilt withering 

while weathering, wow!

with yellowing roots; thinning,

ready for the fire of Love.

Gary Edward Geraci

Caesar, Caesura

 

Caesar’s, civilization, 

like, all, secular, 

societies, came, to, 

a, full, stop, period, 

no, more, does, it, exist.

While Christ’s Kingdom freely flows forward and is everlasting.

Gary Edward Geraci

Citadel

 

Citadel

Family is a fortress,

Against the foes and forces,

Spreading lies of treason, 

Killing the voice of reason.

One servant, one handmaid

It consists; by God; with band 

Bound by vow; children 

Its blessing - to strengthen

Attacks of suffering;

Gifts of selves its inner workings:

Rejecting cultural ills, 

Tyrannical, secular wills,

Transcending unjust laws

While loving its neighbor’s flaws,

Lifting the marginalized,

And protecting the marriage bed.

Seeking others like themselves,

With church it gathers and delves,

Deflecting defunct ways,

Imagined to cloud in haze.

Family is God’s great gift,

Built to survive the wide rifts;

Trinity its Image, 

Binding wounds and cleavage.

Gary Edward Geraci

Garden of Clamor

 

Over the din of a mechanical pump, 

Fountains of jeweled streams erupt,  

Cascading into an artificial bamboo base: 

A handful of arterial hollows spaced.

Far away, the gear shifting of a motorized 

Transmission whines from pushing a lower 

Gear, straining before shifting one higher, 

Intermingling: a garden of clamor.  

Falling water, far away highway noise,

A roar of an aircraft overhead, rotors 

Spinning, beat the air with a sudden 

Ferocity that drowns out all else, an

All out assault of sound - yet, beholden,

Through it all, from a perfect perch on 

Modern patio furniture, I contemplate 

The still small ancient speech of Love within.

Gary Edward Geraci