“Just a Taste”

 

How often in history has it been 

Documented? - the family love of 

Mary and Joseph and Jesus; the rich, 

Ardent love between the Christ and holy 

Disciples, the apostles; eternal 

Love among God, the Son, and the Holy 

Spirit. love purer than the pure many 

Of us will have experienced or are 

Capable of experiencing yet 

Love that we none-the-less yearn for with great

Longing and anticipation. so let 

Us beg for a taste of this true Love; love 

We hear so much about yet are wanting 

In experience. “just a taste” seems like 

A fair prayer to the Heavens, just a taste.

Gary Edward Geraci

Thorny Weed

 

The thorn laden vine sends runners, 

Never changes in character, 

Sprouting the same useless mass of

Thorny growth, a mess to remove

From an otherwise, well kept garden.

Useless, fuel for the fire, incapable

Of alteration, coming up again and again, 

A crass weed among the desired, 

Stately and admired, the beautiful. 

What if we are all like this in the end? 

A thorny weed in the Garden 

Of Eden; certainly one can

Concede, at its root, at it’s weedy 

Root, is Christ, the Creator of all things.

Gary Edward Geraci

Lay It Bare

 

beauty, touch, fragrance;

the Source, my inheritance;

the sun caught shows streaks,

smudges; set free and fleeing,

she returns to ravish me.

Gary Edward Geraci

Ferrari Club

 

I saw a line of Ferraris roar down Park Road 4,

Driving home from Inks Lake, but there were more,

They roared from a distance but purred when they passed.

The thought of an exclusive club with qualifications

Entered my mind, mind you, these expectations:

To be the original owner, the car’s age is three years or less,

And to be a woman in fine, exquisite dress.

Coming soon to my senses I did recall the 

Last time I saw a fine line of Ferraris in Manila.

Gary Edward Geraci

False Charges

 

Knows not, but answers no,

You’re but a felon, fellow!

Now in this day and age,

I’m the judge and the jury!

Says she; your supervisor

Please, the receiver goes dead.

Still others wear choke collars

Fashioned by gun politics.

The tried standard of law and

Order bypassed by inward

Dictates and a sense of righteous

Superiority.

Mutilating hundreds,

Perhaps thousands, 

For the sake of death by self

Prevention, oh don’t lecture me!

One might be inclined to say, 

But wait, there’s no lecture here,

No discourse, no deep plumb

For meaning or new reasoning,

Just plain power grabbing;

Powerful, intoxicating,

But short lived and fleeting;

Your profession but a cloak

That falls off leaving you naked,

Exposed at last to the Just Judge.

The Purifying Fire

Cleansing but not consuming,

Loving and full of mercy;

Reeling in horror,

Your darkest corners revealed:

Sanitized by light, Divine light.

Gary Edward Geraci