Window Washing

 

If it was possible to clean a window without smudge or streak,

Then I may not have to go to Confession every other week,

Despite the great effort I may expend, the resulting luster

Does indeed deceive, one only needs to wait for night and fluster

Follows, as now what sparkled during the day, confounds with a clouded

Patchwork of a less than perfect pattern of dingy smirch, squalid,

But ten by ten times better than what it was before, translucent

Shapes and spaces to be filled with light and graces, the puissant

Clarity of the Redeemer who came to dispel the darkness

And illuminate my way with guiding faith, hope, love and sharpness.

Gary Edward Geraci

Three Marys

 

It is fine to ask who is God.

Was it fitting for him to trod

Among sinful men who are lost?

To change their ways too high a cost?

Yet he came to save the many.

Seeking men, would he find any?

Of women, Gentile, Greek, or Jew,

Three Mary’s at his cross, the few

Who loved him through his painful end

And witnessed the death he did transcend.

Gary Edward Geraci

Where’s that fine man now?

 

What’s this, is it a fact?

You made a sex pact

With a guy with a six pack?

A bond of slavery,

Ticket to trafficking,

Surrender of liberty.

His friends are taking bets:

You’re laid up with your legs 

Um, up, tum like a basketball,

Asking, where’s that fine man now?

Cause he’s dropped you at the clinic

Where you’re gonna kill your baby.

Gary Edward Geraci

Tranquility

 

observant trees

misty haze

Beacon Light

change my ways

stirring sky

billow cloud 

Rustling Gusts

pray out loud

mountain lake

sheet of glass

calm my soul

this will pass

Gary Edward Geraci

Lady in the Grotto

 

Bottle true beauty that moves a man’s heart

So that that which is bottled serves to remind

Men tempted to stray, to stay and to chart

A fresh course, away from false pleasures, find

A new way to be free from shallow, blind,

Shoulders soft, draped in an opaque slack gown,

Her intentions to please, fleece, and then leave town.

Capture the elegance where grace and charm

Can be modeled and emulated by

Those who have killed vice and who do no harm:

Breathtaking, well formed, fit to adorn high

Places like churches and chapels where Thy

Beatitudes promise a glorified life

Of infinite symmetry without strife.

Contain the stunning so that it can be

Inspected, turned over, kept close at hand,

Held up against fraud so that all may see

And pine and long for the highest good: stand

In the presence of the Summum Bonum, land

Where the beautiful radiate and glow, 

And walk with Our Lady in the Grotto.

Gary Edward Geraci

Tit-for-Tat

 

Yeah, I pray it all

Will go away; I struggle

To be so grateful

If it does not; tit-for-tat,

Immortal, glorified life.

Gary Edward Geraci