Red

 

Red marks the day 

waters the very ground

Where Martyrs laid 

to rest without a sound

The ways of the world 

in defiance abound

To the glory of His Church 

that brings the Kingdom round.

Gary Edward Geraci

To Signify

 

Matter and form in the crystal clear drinking 

Glass, a container sweating condensation

Contains the ice cold creature water filled to 

The brim; so inviting. A created being, 

Say it again, a creature, the drinking water 

That is, a creature, its form holding the matter 

Hydrogen and oxygen in just the right

Proportion… but who cares about that 

right now; 

This thirst has swollen tongue and cheek,

raspy sand-

Paper throat; a red hot clammy hand reaches,

Grasps, and rushes the cool, gratifying liquid 

Into its body; the effect immediate:

Completely satisfying, life sustaining,

A clear mind to contemplate its full significance. 

Gary Edward Geraci

No Downside

 

There’s no downside to this way of life,

A safety barrier from confusion and strife,

The Way paved to reveal our highest purpose.

Baked into us we begin to dream;

coerced us,

This state of life, the one we were born into,

Yet tied not to the ground, even if we stayed here to do

The slow work of family. to marry,

Raise mannered children, shunning power and money;

Mining not fool’s gold in making intercessions,

Mean monotonies offered as reparations,

Assiduously assisting during Divine Service,

And banding as One Mystical Body. God serve us!

Reap: recognizing the beauty in long suffering,

Quiet perseverance, and life everlasting!

Gary Edward Geraci

“001”

 

The firstborn of men

Greater than Adam

In Him there’s no sin

He’s the great I AM

Feared not the danger

God became like him

The only thing stranger

To make us like Him

We must first believe

That He’ll give us Grace

Only then we’ll leave

This terrible space

Of nihilism

Places without hope

Fake scientism

And friends that can’t cope

To where there’s a Queen

Mom of the Firstborn

His Church she does ween

From the devil’s horn

Freed of “the system”

He’ll show you the way

Fill you with wisdom

Which transcends this day

This is the promise

To follow our Head

To everlasting bliss

And rise from the dead

Gary Edward Geraci

Inerrancy

 

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Gary Edward Geraci

Have You Noticed

 

The press of good is overwhelming,

Is and was and always will be,

Let lack pop up, at best,

Its luck limited, as picked weeds

In lush landscapes, yes even death:

Smooth, small, flat stepping stones.

Gary Edward Geraci