Leisure

 

free time; more than this,

is leisure, soaked in Wisdom:

tree top leaves rustle,

cicadas pulse out alarms

and the Spirit burns inside. 

Gary Edward Geraci

He Loved Dearly

 

Subtle, secular satire, a precious gem, 

A green sapphire: we are better than them.

How they kneel and pray to His mother dearly.

Praying to the mother He loved dearly.

CHORUS. Praying to the mother He loved dearly.

We mock their disagreements, divisions,

From our pedestal high, no illusions

Where sound science informs and illumines.

Oh, their prayers to the mother He loved dearly!

CH. Singing to the mother He loved dearly.

Institutional coup, they’re now our tools,

Peopled with letters, the rest are all fools,

With restive ridicule we tear down their stories.

Unceasing prayer to the mother He loved dearly.

CH. Chant hymns to the mother He loved dearly.

Seek to be worldly and pressure near peers,

To cleave to the rich who live without tears,

And leave all religion: its candles and scandals.

Intercessions from the mother He loves dearly.

CH. Venerating the mother He loves dearly.

Gary Edward Geraci

Apostate

 

Dismissed the rocky road and went along

Alone, self-assured in my own strong will;

Pride, veiling sight and sound: obstinacy, 

The beastly demons that I walked among,

Confirmed and enflamed my bitter hate until,

My Lover’s face I could no longer see.

Apostate, all around, I lived in hell,

Denied Christ was God, that the Cross did kill;

I was the king so bow down and serve me!

The gutter I licked and lapped, couldn’t tell

How far I’d fallen: look at me! I’m free!

Gary Edward Geraci

Answers

health in Hope, hidden,

in pain, frail, fallen people

find new life in Christ.

Gary Edward Geraci

Descort Vision

Skin is thinning, eyesight dimming, absent mindedness is less forgiving. Grace, oh Grace, my gentle surrender, I keep You no longer asunder.

Better than reliable eyesight is clocking out and the corporeal body

gasps its last breath.

The mystery is heavenly infusion:

a Grace to “see” unlike the seeing known 

to us before as human earthlings.

Until then, it’s good to repeat often: we leave our bodies behind, we are soul without body, the separation, the discomfort, making us a little less than the angels.

Angels do not have bodies 

but an infused supernatural 

ability to see, as will we.

Our body, now rather violently decaying until, dust it becomes; a scattering, it’s dusty history securely rooted in Omnipotence and Omniscience so that when the Day arrives, it will be duly gathered from all corners, made new, rejoined to the soul, and forever reign in glory.

New sensual eyes, glorified, now fixating forever on the One True Lover.

Gary Edward Geraci