A River Lee

 

The carnal can be the carnival ride

That rides fast and high, tumultuous,

Barely any barriers barring wide

And sudden swings, shifts; simply sumptuous,

Especially at night, the lights bright, tied

To plunging and soaring steel tracks, a rumpus

Of gasps and screams; this skewed, inner compass,

Needing true north, balance, a confident stride.

Beyond the festive fence a new set of gates,

Sterling and luminous, beckoning me,

A place of light and newness, precious first dates,

The map prewritten, its course, a River Lee

Through my soul, deepening to where awaits

The everlasting, Holy Trinity.

Gary Edward Geraci

War and Genocide

 

This war is with self rather than others,

Probing for defects and small frailties;

Killing, no mercy, these and their brothers,

Wives, and children, till desolate, all ties

Severed, every last one and their fathers;

Legions of malefactors and all the lies

Laid to rubble and ash, everything dies;

As written in Old, by the prophets and scholars.

To turn the cheek, this, the way of the New,

Is not to retreat but to continue the Way,

Heaping buckets of coals on the heads of the few,

With virtues like charity, every day,

A pleasant demeanor and kindness too,

Our Sanctification: at work, at play.

Gary Edward Geraci

Childlike

 

To be childlike is to wonder on high,

To play, and to make new discoveries.

An age to ask about the how and why

With a benevolent spirit that sees

Worlds of goodness even though dreams may die;

Trusts peace to win each day with smiles that please;

Studies with ease the saintly prodigies

Without reason and proof to verify.

When the days are dreary and one the same

Our God holds and wills it in this instant.

A good father whom you would hardly blame,

Looks and runs to you while you are distant. 

If you would but utter his Holy Name:

Childlike, in need, come forth! yes, expectant.

Gary Edward Geraci

The Crown Jewel

 

Imagine the first clan, the family,

Life branches of Vine sprouting the world’s start.

Toss the word salads of the day, manly

Men, made in the image of Christ, apart

From, fail to give full love to womanly

Women, whom will to hand them all their heart.

Best, both are fully affirmed, ideally,

Day doldrums offered, sacrificially,

A home is built where neither will depart.

Foreshadowing paradise, the vow plays,

Heightened wonder, the ability to see

Fresh perspectives above the mountain haze,

Enlightened, the call to fertility,

To populate the earth in all her days.

Gary Edward Geraci