“The author of authentic truth can be found and wants to be found - find Him”

Listen in silence

It matters not where you’re born

The Lord looks, seeks all

Gary Edward Geraci

“collapsing time and tense to understand the procession of PERSONS”

GOD generated

GOD is now generating

ONE DIVINE NATURE

Gary Edward Geraci

a day on the beach with my wife...

Pelicans dive, hovering over red flag surges, 

the surf surges, and breeze speeding pelicans 

searching, search then dive, one flailing and falling 

in and out of the murky green wave that closes 

in on it, while closer to shore a huddle 

of (gray, white, and black) seagulls sense from afar, 

surveying the sand for, a crumb of the salty Saltine 

cracker to fall from that person’s lips, screaming 

and prattling for even second chances to secure 

such a morsel, smithereens of a snack, 

while stiff, cooler winds propel the sunlit 

kites of nearby kite surfers, a smattering 

of souls laughing, smiling, and waist deep swimming, 

trying to train their boards, long depth rudder equipped, 

into the waves, while drifts of dried sand spray along 

the sandy wetted beach surfaces with fine 

powdery plumes and lines of swift smokey trails 

and a sand castle artist buckets and waters his grains, 

seeding God’s ideas with his own creations, 

forming shapes, his three daughters on Styrofoam 

surfboards, every now and then fetching buckets 

of water for this, his emerging work, proving 

to be too windy for the kite surfers, 

they pack up and go home, while the pelicans 

keep working the surf just beyond the realm 

of human activity and an electric sand 

scooter like skateboard swifts by, while a lone 

man sets up a lawn chair and a bait bucket 

and tries throwing a baited line with a gloved hand 

into the same surf that the pelicans are actively 

fishing, while some others dig holes with shovels 

to the delight of small children whom are fascinated 

with the filling of one hole each time a wave breaks across it, 

while still others scrape the sand for shells, filling 

flitting plastic grocery sacks, and a yellow butterfly 

darts by seemingly swept into this, a continuous 

current of sweeping wind, its direction, a who-knows-where wind, 

and the fisherman hangs it up shortly after 

starting and the pelicans, whom seem to have finally 

been satisfied with the day’s catch, call it quits.

Gary Edward Geraci

“Saint of Unbelievers”

(Celebrating the October 13, 2019 canonization of St. John Henry Newman) 

A break in the sky above, blueness among gray, 

Succeeding, disbelievers now literate. 

A life far removed from the Galilean’s day, 

Like mine. your accomplishments accentuate

Sanctity, a daily life well lived, order. 

Thinking sensible thoughts, full of faith, I could follow. 

In clean streams of insight I could pass them on. your 

Intercession proven, doubts aside, your stead now 

Secured in Heaven, your state, your fate alongside 

The King of Kings.  a new friend of mine, catapulting 

Me heavenwards. i’m minuscule but schooled in stride, 

Expounding, expanding proximities, soon emerging 

Into a choir’s choral chant greeted by melody sung, 

Hurrahing hosts, angelic beings, and saints forever young. 

Gary Edward Geraci

the question i’m asking when i’m kneeling before Him: “could it be YOU?”

probabilities

diminish. Revelation 

inspires my belief.

-Gary Edward Geraci