Tropical Fruits

In season, a plenitude for the harvest blade,

A Mother provides sweet globes of intercession,

And feeds all her children from summer to fall.

Have you seen anything more beautifully arrayed?

Durian caught in tough, tied taut, nets

Is spiky, stinky, and tropical gold in hue,

Fruit for families fond, while native

Primates queue close by and start making bets.

Climbing men lower jackfruit on ropes,

Like bands of armed foot-soldiers with flip-flopped feet,

They have come to slash and slice with curved knives,

Gorge, and give glory to God who affirms all hopes.

Gary Edward Geraci

Miraculous

 

Raising the dead man named Lazarus,

One, nothing short of spectacular,

‘Cause the dead stay dead, miraculous,

Four days dead, drained of flow, vascular

Recovery, he now walks with us!

Logos begets the ‘triangular’

Yet raised Lazarus the particular,

To show all He is magnanimous.

Words, sung in choir, rise; heard, lift the heart,

The mind, the soul; the whole person revived.

This our response, this our meager part;

Start of ages, mouths of sages: lived,

Each his own, beyond nature, trade, or art;

The Proof of Salvation has arrived!

Gary Edward Geraci

Vision

 “But now that you say ‘We see’ your sin remains.” John 9:41

Certain blindness exuded by scholar and teacher,

Is ‘the curtain’ pertaining to the dominant philosophy.

If we’d attended a lesson of Professor “F” Nietzsche,

The lecture might lack in hope, teach a morality

Of the master-slave, and scorn the Christian preacher.

A crisis nought for the well formed in Reality;

Chaos for the ill-informed who loudly proclaims liberty,

God is dead, and the will, well, is the will to power.

There are those proposing that the overman is the Saint.

Collared educators tracing a two thousand year tenure,

Draw a lover; a tender, kind man of manner quaint;

Strong in resolve, full of courage; a sure preserver

Of the peace and protector of the now fallen, faint

Man, who pitied a horse and then flew off his rocker.

Gary Edward Geraci

Four Hundred Fifty Years

I am rational yet I too am destructive.

Despite defects, Christ deigned to lead me to worship right

In His church. It hasn’t always been constructive;

In spite of ourselves, in church, we have grown by the Light

Of the World. Hell has not prevailed; derivative

Factions have come in and out of being by the night,

Ineffectual against the Dove’s lofty flight,

Good reform work begins in my own heart, decisive.

The prophets, Peter and Paul recall, point to a time when

The Lord is foreshadowed, followed by judges and kings;

Forty then four hundred fifty years before fruition

Of David, whose descendant is Jesus, with Whom salvation begins.

To save you from your sins. since Christ: His sole mission,

His history, His purpose - is to free you from your sins.

Gary Edward Geraci