Family and Foundation

 

(To Ricardo)

The Saturday Vigil

The Holy Days with family

Family at daily Mass

Family altar serving 

Serving on Sunday

Serving a precious soul

Soul in formation

Soul forming a foundation

Foundation immovable

Foundation deeply ingrained

Ingrained but soon hidden

Ingrained but now missing

Missing he seems to have left

Missing he seems to have abandoned

Abandoned the faith 

Abandoned the truth

Truth of his Fathers

Truth for lies

Lies wearing cheap lipstick

Lies like malodorous smoke rooms

Rooms of flashy lighting

Rooms of pulsing sounds

Sounds of erudite professors 

Sounds of a clamorous culture

Culture at once liberating

Culture deeply starving

Starving for Hope

Starving for Love

Love a simple stirring

Love a rekindled fire

Fire that seemed extinguished

Fire just needing a spark

Spark of his father’s example 

Spark of his father’s prayers

Prayers he’s mourned my absence

Prayers he’s held my hand

Hand strong and certain

Hand that built my barque

Barque I’ve buried deeply

Barque that’s fit to sail

Sail into deep waters

Sail to break the waves

Waves that nearly drowned me

Waves now keep me afloat

Afloat I chart a new course 

Afloat I seek the foundation

Foundation of my youth

Foundation of the family

Youth

Family

Gary Edward Geraci 

Calling My Children Home

 

I have left Mum in Walsingham,

Going back ‘cause she’s been calling.

The world I’ve known, quickly falling,

Her love for me is greater than.

“Stand tall!” she’d teach me who I am,

“Set your face toward noble living.”

I have left Mum in Walsingham,

Going back ‘cause she’s been calling.

Against the land’s, its slick and sham,

Her figure’s stately in standing,

My aching soul, she’s been sensing,

Her sweet hand pointing to the Lamb,

I have left Mum in Walsingham.

Gary Edward Geraci

One Real, one isn’t

 

“Unicorn!” the Deacon proclaimed, 

then proceeded weaving something 

mystical and hopeful between 

today’s First Reading, the Psalms, and 

the Holy Gospel. “Unicorn!” 

the Deacon, once again, exclaimed, 

“What is in your brain?” he challenged,  

“the shape, form, and color of some

thing that does not even exist?” 

“God on the Cross!” heated Deacon 

shouted, feverishly pointing,

gesturing to the large wood rood; 

the Crucifix, mounted behind 

and high above the Church altar. 

“God on the Cross!” he repeated, 

then left the pulpit and sat down. 

Gary Edward Geraci

“I am the bread of life.”

No doubt,

It has become

A ritual, I consume

You and go on as if nothing

Happened.

Gary Edward Geraci

John 6:35 (NIV) Then Jesus declared, “I am the bread of life. Whoever comes to me will never go hungry, and whoever believes in me will never be thirsty.