The comfort in seeing you again,
In all our travels
To find you in service to the Lord,
Wherever we may go.
My kindred, brother and sister,
Here you are once more,
Your difficulties no less than mine.
Yet we gather today.
A curious thing about our faith,
It’s rooted in a Person!
The perseverance to persist
Is as timeless as we sit!
Persecution though subtle and slight
Deters us not the least,
It’s no more a hindrance now,
Than two thousand years ago.
Gary Edward Geraci
Snake sneaks, skulks, every soul
Since Adam’s infected; the purity
Of motives stained by dread disease; control
At best compromised, worst lost; parity
With God! the serpent’s pitch.
Papered behind every good deed, poison:
More than a slight tickle for fame, the itch
For stardom, status and recognition.
Sower of doubts scuttles
Flat and in cloud colored camo; confused,
Muddled abstractions sown; seed struggles
In weeds; the concreteness of crops refused.
Thrust to head a Heel; bruised,
In a slight shift the sleight of hand is bound
And blind men in binds find that they are loosed
And salvation for sinners can be found.
Gary Edward Geraci
Hope is the black cast boot
waiting across the bed
for the boy in the bed
whose brain has stopped working.
In boisterous play (for hundreds have prayed)
now kicking up dust while
compressing the leg whose
bones and brain are quite quickly healing.
Hope is the black cast boot
waiting across the bed, pointing to Heaven,
where the boy in the bed whose brain had stopped working
has gone now for everlasting play.
Gary Edward Geraci
Tinnitus and shiny objects,
Rings and are soon spent,
While love, beauty, and wisdom
Given don’t strip the giver.
So the folly in forcing a linguistic revolution
Upon souls at large…
Which person creates his existence
Or chooses the type of creature she is?
Wholly contingent, the world truly
Doesn’t need and could go on without them.
So the folly in forcing a linguistic revolution
Upon society at large…
The Author shrinks from a character’s pride?
The protagonist who rebuffs the storyline
Knows not the Will of its Creator Whom
Seeks its Highest Good in Ways known to Him alone.
So the folly in forcing a linguistic revolution
Upon God at large…
Gary Edward Geraci
