Black Soil

 

I heard the Lord groan

And it brought tears to my eyes

Black men in the soil

Gary Edward Geraci

Christ of God

“the Anointed One”

draws swarms; bitty people, specs

rollicking skyward

in a boiling black cloud-mass;

contingent lives lived astray.

Gary Edward Geraci

Natural Law

It’s my sinful pride 

When I say that faith must hide 

Behind; to behold

Progress: mankind’s shining star,

‘Till a butterfly flies by.

Gary Edward Geraci

Golden Forest Floor

 

brilliant, yellow trees, cry, Glory to God! 

carpeting the ground, with a generous 

alms of golden leaves; a lofty chorus 

of fluttering foliage, waving branches, and 

bounteous sunlight; a royal broadloom of 

marriages and ordinations worsted 

and spun from the time that ever was and 

ever will be, cuddles the forest floor, 

in anticipation: a welcoming, courtly 

reception for the final return of 

their King, a King with Feet to Trod, a King

Whom all creation eagerly awaits.

Gary Edward Geraci