Wonder Counselor

 

Exalted, grand people of power proud,

Even handed, world leaders, every age,

Righteous, a handful filled with right wisdom.

Yet which one among these could I hope to stand

And converse freely? Fade, fear of judgement!

You are my Wonder Counselor; dare I

Forget? I ready myself to speak Scripture,

There You are, only a few feet away!

Dare I seek an equal, a counterpart

Of earthly origin, to represent me? 

Feet feel a hounding heaviness when my

Search fails, finding not one; not One is found!

Men masquerade, fueled by paper currency!

Yet, You are One with me, Best-of-the-Best,

Becoming One with me, and at what cost?

Peace, love: to love Love and to love others;

To pray for those who would persecute you,

Advocating justice, willing their good;

Walk now in my Presence, lighting shadows;

You have found Him Whom there is no higher.

Gary Edward Geraci

Christ the King

 

Christ the King

Is it hope or doubt when I plead aloud

About faith in Christ, Queen Mary Mother,

The Angels, the Saints? “Let it all be so!”

Is it a sin to repeat? “Please be true!”

Please be true in a world choked with deceit.

Is it prayer or despair to check for proofs,

Reread the Sacred, and question the Texts?

Can I shake my head at scandal and sin

But still be faithful to the Voice within?

Divinely inspired, when you’re mocked by men,

Even Christian siblings, supposed kin, 

“Grace!” cry “God’s grace!” for Freedom set me free:

Bound first, wrists nailed, with a body hanging,

First-Born-Flesh, resurrected Divinity.

Gary Edward Geraci

(I don’t know it all)

 

Abandon myself

More Him less me, let it be

(I don’t know it all)

Gary Edward Geraci

From the Muck

 

In memory of Lee Kuan Yew

From the muck, against

All odds, rose a splendid sheen, 

A southeastern star,

She set the bar for her kin

And close neighbors to exceed.

Gary Edward Geraci

Horizontal Callie

 

I am vertical, 

my characters, 

horizontal.

Poets are 

horizontal and

God, vertical.

Callie lacks free will,

she’s of my mind.

But in my poem, 

her actions have 

consequences. 

My mind found 

free will,

my mind found 

Callie.

Actions with consequences,

there is nothing without God.

Gary Edward Geraci