Get this, Saint Stephen,
Who spoke with great wisdom,
Fully inspired by the Holy Spirit,
Was stoned dead by his hearers
Who reviled and despised
This man with his New Gospel.
So why be disappointed
You learned and wise, when the world
Fails to come to you with
Applause and a great prize?
To be ignored is your great prize,
To be ignored is my great prize.
Gary Edward
The key is to question
Ism, ism, ism,
Till the mind makes its ascent; an
Illative sense prism.
Quiz them regarding their
Ism, ism, ism,
Is the truth too painful to share,
A falsehood fraught prison?
Take the time to test each
Ism, ism, ism,
The best conclusion one may reach,
Not made in haste, is then
In Wisdom. look at each
Ism, ism, ism,
The First Principle shown to teach:
Christ the Lord is Risen.
Gary Edward Geraci
Pressured to capitulate; no! though bowled in and rock-bound,
Escarpments sheer, towering in on every side, with grit I gripped,
My fleshy fingers, ripped ragged, food for sharp, frigid, flint edges,
I clawed my way out and rose only to find myself before the Judge.
The disgrace, the wondering thoughts, the invaders from history,
I’ve overcome. now, this Penitentiary, I welcome.
The presentation of one’s whole life; purification; I tremble,
Shake at the prospect; a Just Judge with rights to one’s innermost space.
A fugitive in hiding, a convict behind a pleasant façade, (a banished soul?);
Before God Almighty, all is revealed. I’ll
serve my penance -
A purgatorial sentencing - reparations and atonement for all that is due,
His Justice severe, merciful and fair, forever cleansing, cleansed forever!
The steep heap of past sins, rehashed, replayed; condemnable.
Commendable: the saintly struggle, the arduous climb,
The saint of faults. for my final days were spent in strife but
I didn’t strive alone -a beggar of grace - I too took up my cross so that one day, I too could rise anew.
Gary Edward Geraci
We are a composite and so
Greater than the brute animal
We are a rational mammal
Of body and soul, this we know.
The size of an almond, some think,
Our amygdala is to blame;
The seat of our bias, poison ink,
And where our fears lie, less than tame.
Neuroplasticity, proclaim
The world’s learned, both friend and foe,
We are a rational mammal!
Of body and Soul, this we know.
Less we believe but in a blink,
Let it dominate, all the same,
To the precipice, to the brink
We’d go, playing a blindfold game,
With people seeking pow’r and fame,
And run like beasts from whip and whoa.
We are a composite and so
Greater than the brute animal.
Gary Edward Geraci
