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
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
We don’t think there’s God,
We don’t think we’re due to die;
Neither can be true.
Gary Edward Geraci
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
