Tit-for-Tat

 

Yeah, I pray it all

Will go away; I struggle

To be so grateful

If it does not; tit-for-tat,

Immortal, glorified life.

Gary Edward Geraci

Speak It Anyway

 

Get this, Saint Stephen, 

Who spoke with great wisdom, 

Fully inspired by the Holy Spirit, 

Was stoned dead by his hearers 

Who reviled and despised 

This man with his New Gospel.

So why be disappointed

You learned and wise, when the world 

Fails to come to you with 

Applause and a great prize?

To be ignored is your great prize, 

To be ignored is my great prize.

Gary Edward  

Ism, Ism, Ism

 

The key is to question 

Ism, ism, ism,

Till the mind makes its ascent; an

Illative sense prism.

Quiz them regarding their

Ism, ism, ism,

Is the truth too painful to share,

A falsehood fraught prison?

Take the time to test each

Ism, ism, ism,

The best conclusion one may reach,

Not made in haste, is then

In Wisdom. look at each

Ism, ism, ism,

The First Principle shown to teach:

Christ the Lord is Risen.

Gary Edward Geraci

Saint of Faults

 

Pressured to capitulate; no! though bowled in and rock-bound, 

Escarpments sheer, towering in on every side, with grit I gripped,

My fleshy fingers, ripped ragged, food for sharp, frigid, flint edges, 

I clawed my way out and rose only to find myself before the Judge.

The disgrace, the wondering thoughts, the invaders from history, 

I’ve overcome. now, this Penitentiary, I welcome.

The presentation of one’s whole life; purification; I tremble,

Shake at the prospect; a Just Judge with rights to one’s innermost space.

A fugitive in hiding, a convict behind a pleasant façade, (a banished soul?);

Before God Almighty, all is revealed. I’ll 

serve my penance - 

A purgatorial sentencing - reparations and atonement for all that is due,

His Justice severe, merciful and fair, forever cleansing, cleansed forever!

The steep heap of past sins, rehashed, replayed; condemnable.

Commendable: the saintly struggle, the arduous climb,

The saint of faults. for my final days were spent in strife but 

I didn’t strive alone -a beggar of grace - I too took up my cross so that one day, I too could rise anew.

Gary Edward Geraci

Brute Beasts (Barzelletta)

 

We are a composite and so

Greater than the brute animal

We are a rational mammal

Of body and soul, this we know.

The size of an almond, some think,

Our amygdala is to blame;

The seat of our bias, poison ink,

And where our fears lie, less than tame.

Neuroplasticity, proclaim

The world’s learned, both friend and foe,

We are a rational mammal!

Of body and Soul, this we know.

Less we believe but in a blink,

Let it dominate, all the same,

To the precipice, to the brink

We’d go, playing a blindfold game,

With people seeking pow’r and fame,

And run like beasts from whip and whoa.

We are a composite and so

Greater than the brute animal.

Gary Edward Geraci