Saturday, December 26, 2020

Maniturgium

 

Father wrap these the hands of 

your dear ordinand, the man’s 

hands soaked in sacred scented 

chrism, wrap them in this clean 

cloth, the Maniturgium, 

this cloth that will one day wrap 

the precious hands of she his 

mother, she his mother who first 

protected him in her womb, 


she his mother who now lies 

in her final resting place

and in Heaven all will know 

she bore the world a holy priest,

to Christ’s delight, he her gift.


Gary Edward Geraci

Thursday, December 24, 2020

if contravening God’s natural law brings self-inflicted wounds then...


the natural law

is man’s participation 

in eternal law


Gary Edward Geraci


Inspired by “The Eternal Law” as taught by St. Thomas Aquinas

Saturday, December 19, 2020

You’re One of the Ten

 

Chosen, the world

Frozen; aright,

Your steadfastness

Pure, might His grace


Make you holy.

Take virtue: true

Fortitude: vice

Accrued now mist,


Pierced by White Light,

Dispersed. “Redeemed 

By the Almighty!”

Cry ten among


Each age, ten whom

Reach sanctity:

Refused a world

Infused in sinful


Pleasure seeking;

Leisure postponed;

Ignoring the

Scorning, mocking.


One of the Ten:

None too easy:

Turning God from

Burning the world.


Gary Edward Geraci

Monday, December 14, 2020

Saturday, December 12, 2020

Fatherly

 

The body no longer the temple

There comes a time when

The acquisition of wisdom 

Over muscle becomes the mental

Exercise for men

Intent on building the Kingdom


And essential to the survival

Of a culture that flourishes in

Holiness despite the socialist system

Creeping up the ladder but no rival

To the overwhelming love of One Cross, One Victim.


Gary Edward Geraci

Saturday, December 5, 2020

Just Lies

 

I do think there are holy priests

Who do withhold from the feasts


Of pleasure and comfort seeking

Committed to exposing the reeking


Lies of a godless culture

Where God’s death is “food for the vulture”


And my next breath is sustained

By a material process maintained


In an infinite series

Of coincidental mysteries


Yet subject to the radical manipulations

Of woefully deficient compilations


Of wholly defiant ideations

Of the stuff that’s failed nations


Fall falling felled failing to rise

Rise Christ rise I don’t believe the lies


Just lies

Just lies


Gary Edward Geraci