We are His

we are His, we are His! 

His hands, feet, and mouth,

in a world that madly seeks 

Him, knowing not, set south.

 

yet, the gnawing, ever 

presence of dire, lone

incompleteness; tires, severs;

obscures one’s true home.

beauty, truth, purest love

are impoverished, pursued

on the ground. above,

passions guarded and checked,

evident everywhere, 

ALL is found, fulfilled 

in God alone. the truth, share

it, seek others to build

upon that which can’t be 

suppressed and is spoken 

the world over. to see;

this too can happen, 

none-the-less, furthering,

at times just a matchstick, less 

light, but illuminating 

a cavernous darkness.

Gary Edward Geraci