OCD

 

That curled 

serpent, crawling 

along my cubicle 

cabinet, is the ballpoint pen 

that you,

(unintentionally),

left on top of it.

Gary Edward Geraci

Whose Will?

 

‘Will power’ in purg-

ation, will I still have it?

Now, I’m here, and know

The answer to this question:

“My will” put me in these fires. 

 

Gary Edward Geraci

Second Hand

 

It’s FORM first: fashions

Mankind in ways His Mind knew

Before time passed one.

Gary Edward Geraci

Clarity

 

I know why people shy away from prayer:

it’s done within the head.

what’s done in the head, after all,

is weighted with much uncertainty and suspect.

think about it:

the distractions,

the impositions,

the crude intrusions,

the false starts,

the flush of emotions,

the bevy of baneful ideas,

the rethinking that has to get done all of the time.

is there any wonder to second guess it?

yet it’s here we’re taught: 

to believe, 

to talk, 

to listen 

to our Almighty, 

the Creator of all things, and

it either is or isn’t true.

my head path is either:

one in the same with the maniacal or

one where 

One truly provides

the Holy clarity that I lack.

Gary Edward Geraci

Palatial Estates (the rondel of a recovering miscreant)

 

Palatial estates ever new, 

Insight, when true, the driveway to,

Yet cordoned off but to the few,

Who seek the Spirit loving You.

Where Wisdom reigns, she’s clothed in blue,

And facing people in the pew.

Palatial estates ever new

Insight, when true, the driveway to. 

The dust, debris, and shards of hue; 

What once was, cloudy soul’s askew.

A miscreant’s malady: someone who 

Refused to believe the Way to

Palatial estates ever new.

Gary Edward Geraci

A Moment In Time

A moment in time is a mug now full.

Think of friends and foes because their’s is filled too.

Here and now everyone’s got a cupful.

Glamorous actors and star athletes so cool,

They seem to have more than most others, yet,

A moment in time is a mug now full.

To take in a breeze and get comfortable,

See leaves fall while the jays are calling,

Here and now everyone’s got a cupful.

A waking moment is a precious jewel,

Conditioned by time, before and after.

A moment in time is a mug now full.

Why do so many harbor thoughts hateful,

And walk the planet knotted in envy?

Here and now everyone’s got a cupful.

We hung Him on a Cross with hearts so cruel,

But He is the Love Spring that forever fills,

A moment in time is a mug now full.

Here and now everyone’s got a cupful.

Gary Edward Geraci

Epigram from a Catholic Poet

 

A Catholic poet need not lament,

Should one’s work fail to sink a single cent,

Its preservation goes beyond the grave,

Its value: the number of souls to save.

Gary Edward Geraci

“Out of a hundred souls we are interested in a hundred.” St. JoseMaria Escriva 

“Soul/Person” (The Intermediate State)

 

Survivalism?

“Near Death Experiences”

Ought now help point to

The continuation of

A “soul/person” afterlife.

Gary Edward Geraci

Tactics and Diversion

Delightful we are 

When our paths are straight,

With prayers heartfelt and frequent 

When we kneel at night:

“Delightful Your Ways,

Your Church is still sacred,

Now two-thousand years later,

We can count ourselves blessed!”

Heave-ho, the world pulls,

Godless are her streets,

A struggle to be holy,

Godless are her homes.

Heave-ho to Satan’s

Tactics and diversion;

The horrors that raise his hackles:

A fresh Christian dispersion.

Gary Edward Geraci

Haven’t I Seen Your Photo?

 

Social media has come alive!

Faces and more faces, everywhere, and 

Alive all at once; crowded; and crowds

Of faces splashing down one path: the 

Virgin River, joyful and bubbling, the 

Masses - our constant companion. 

Clothed in shareable, shielding waders, and shoes,

Hundreds, wielding well worn walking sticks with

Ferrule-less tips, water frayed and splayed.

Haven’t I seen your photo? 

Surely there’s one of yours and yours and 

Yours; every last one of you I pass!

Funny, each known by God, with every hair counted,

Thick in these Narrows, multitudes wading, 

Out in the world now by a search and browse.

Gary Edward Geraci

Denial

 

We don’t think there’s God,

We don’t think we’re due to die;

Neither can be true.

Gary Edward Geraci

Starved

 

Photo’s of a small boy who sat

Crouched, left without a sturdy stool.

He’s rain-soaked and sick and food starved,

His body’s wasted, flesh-clung bones;

Soon thereafter dies, I believe,

Prays now for me, a man, mood drooped 

Low, having dropped the Sturdy Stool.

Once full of pleasures, now pressures

Deprive life: food full but soul starved,

Left alone and wasting away.

Gary Edward Geraci

In the Last Hour

 

We’ve already won yet we wait;

The devil’s disease, infected;

The Cure, waiting, not elected;

His glorious coming is delayed.

So we’re in the last hour; our state

Is to subject all things to Him,

To take the evil from the dim

Corners of this earth, set it past:

A new earth is revealed at last.

Come Lord! we sing in steadfast hymn.

Gary Edward Geraci

Victory

 

“Thou shalt love thy neighbor as thyself.” (Matt. XXII, 30)

Victory you want?

Love your enemies;

Your dignity is preserved.

Love as God’s children:

Victory achieved.

Speak out now if you must,

Repent of your excesses;

In the end it’s Love we trust.

A win over self

Attracts hardened foes.

Your ardent goodness,

Attracts and converts.

A loving credence;

My prayers now rise with ease

And many sins are avoided:

Lord do with me as you please!

Gary Edward Geraci