“To Speak of Joy That Is in Marriage”

Dedicated to the memory of Mr. & Mrs. Ernest H. Motloch Sr. and their seventy years of marriage.

“Grace, a stile to style a climb over miles of barbed wire

Fence. A small child’s smile for a stable safe home envir’

Ment. A Sacrament meant to bind for life

One man, one woman; a husband and wife;

The root nuclear cell of society.

‘Tis true, red blooded priests dwell in chastity,

‘Cause Christ first loved the Church, a splendid bride.

With tongue, a tungsten vow now ratified,

Ephesians five, the guild and guide: to live,

To love, abide; one flesh, a gift to give.

Break Satan’s attacks and attempts to tempt,

Seventy years later the pope has sent

God’s blessings, parchment plaques - long love lived well,

Demons and devils, damned, destined to hell.”

- Gary Edward Geraci 

Social Media Platforms for the Abstract and Beautiful

Does a poem ever impose?

Or does it simply just propose,

The abstract and beautiful, not just prose.

Like tweets and texts; save me from the throes

Of death; free verse itself – joy outflows.

- Gary Edward Geraci

Raised

I take the Food to feed your flock,

A servant serves beyond the Mass.

In love You move as by a clock,

By motor, plastic, steel, and glass.

To drive my Lord to those bound home,

A round pyx bound around my neck.

A picture map on my smart phone,

A small black book for me to check.

I find your Face shines in the sick,

My hands and feet fix such a feat!

Am I a star that you did pick?

To raise the Body they will eat!

Our Lord, ALL OF YOU, I do bring,

The Second Council has since raised:

A priest, a profit, and a king!

Your greatest glory to be praised!

- Gary Edward Geraci

Dying

This age is dying
The age of reason: seven
The age of hope: now

The Call

Don’t you hear My call?

Where are all the young people?

My grace is for all!