Cateel Surf Girl

 

She surfs Cateel

Kumar, Kulas on her sides

Parting waves and hair

Gary Edward Geraci

Sacred Vessels

 

Simple cynicism, where sin isn’t.

Purged of penance, a mere animal existence,

Coveting what’s mine from your self-interests,

Governed by forces I trust others have discovered.

Yes, with clouded lenses and wooden shovels,

We marvel, surface scraps dug, medieval man’s past,

Meaning left impoverished, pottery pieces

Placed beneath bright lights, the museum glass

Polished, a placard dates the discovery.

Dig, dig deeper, where sacred vessels are preserved!

And Incarnate Blood and Flesh were once observed!

And masses fed during the holy Masses said

With chants and songs and throngs in communion,

Beloved bound, God’s Love the same then as now!

Gary Edward Geraci

Tongue Lashing ‘Herod’

 

Restraint, the retraining of the tongue,

The smallest but largest loud speaker,

Tamed by the mind and will, its keeper,

Fashioned after the Height, the High Rung:

Let us love all, the new song, now sung;

The message, a change in direction:

Stop, don’t react, pause in reflection.

‘Herod’ demands your fidelity,

Your allegiance: “I am your king, be

Subject to me and my correction!”

Until a Babe in a manger section

Of a livestock stall sent him to his knees.

Gary Edward Geraci