“Mankind, [love], will not have peace until it turns with trust to My mercy” (300)

 

(St. Faustina pray for us!)

In the modicum

Of free choice, another’s choice ...

Life could end today.

Gary Edward Geraci

By Chance

(An untenable appeal to “brute fact”)

As a scientist 

I am equally 

incredulous that 

you would patently 

surmise our present 

condition as resting 

wholly on the premise,

on the supposition 

that it all just so 

happened to come about 

by chance; your sole, rich

rebuttal resting 

on the simple, strident,

sure exclamation: 

“Well now here we are!”

Gary Edward Geraci 

Fragments No. 6 “Conga Solo”

 

this love each one must have for me...

the Saints, encouraging me on,

willing my success His command;

I like to know them as my friends.

like a sold out stadium show,

an adoring crowd, guaranteed...

when no one else is cheering me 

on, they are - I’m ready to play.

Gary Edward Geraci

Beholden Our Form

 

Boldly, bodily heirs, not mistaken,

Beauty becoming, beholden our form

To the Man beyond all men, partaken

Of in the wheat and wine. We may transform,

Transfigured through a pace deliberate:

The brain first and then the body exalts

Or just simple hearts and a child like start.

Art portrays tender women without faults;

Gentle kings, knights courageous - bannerets.

Subjects, slaves and servants, full servitude, 

Spinning lambswool on hand spun spinnerets.

For the world to come - certain certitude

That God will raise their fleshly bodies high

In the manner of Christ’s who will not die.

Gary Edward Geraci

Each One Says

 

Each one says his is the best 

Each one says hers is the most 

Liberating each one says 

Its is the most convincing 

Windblown plastic grocery bags 

Litter the treetops and creek 

Bottoms in my neighborhood 

And spoil the landscape and view

Gary Edward Geraci