Emmanuel

 

Wherever I go,

Your Sacraments, I do find

Everywhere, my Lord!

Gary Edward Geraci

Patently Trite

 

A round white wheat host

Is the mode You have chosen

To be here and now

Gary Edward Geraci

No Go-Carts In Hell

 

No go-carts in hell

Only Ferraris

But there are no open roads

Only curved dirt tracks.

No angel on earth

Lacks in wisdom above,

Yet fallen spirits abound here,

With will, wise, but without love.

The demons’ grandeur

Didn’t diminish

And in earthly exile they

Didn’t depart God.

The resurrected

Body, Satan won’t know,

Except the shameful flesh that

Keeps him company below.

Gary Edward Geraci

5-7-5-7-7 (Life)

 

I get old and die.

Though mortal man did begin

In a split instant

Of time, he goes the same way.

But my soul lives forever.

Gary Edward Geraci

“Theopneustos” (God-Breathed)

 

Holy man, the expression on your face!

While I see only a white wafer round,

It’s no less than Christ that your hands embrace.

In priestly raiment, your sacred Spouse found,

Love swells and is held high; the Father sees

Whom escapes the senses of the earthbound.

This is Jesus! I pray while on my knees,

Here is Jesus! I shout without a sound.

To feel the Victim; Martyr of truth felt;

Granting His presence, Love theopneustic.

With clamor, the congregation knelt,

The Epiclesis breathed the Eucharistic!

Present by grace? no, He Himself dwelt:

Our true God, sensible, and realistic!

Gary Edward Geraci