Valuable, verily volatile, a voluble Volvo
salesman voices the first reading, rich with
alliteration, sacred literature, Scripture, during
a votive funeral Mass for a vocation director,
finally breathed his last just prior to summer
vacation, voice and vocals amplified by a VOX
tube driven sound cabinet - sounds suspect to
some “All just poetry” but I suspect you’ve
already thought of that...
I mean we get that
We all get that
But you sally towards us now - an ally - while
just yesterday - the wile of society - all
together gathered masticating salad sides
and pizza plates at Sally and Sals Pizzaria -
swearing to all these allegiances with
modernity and eternity - piece of a platitude:
this attitude towards a man and a woman
locked in wedlock - multitudes of children - for
the rest of their human existence - faithful only
to each other...
No, this doesn’t escape us
Nothing like this is going to get past us
Even missionaries to mission lands accept
missing the faces of those who will eventually
take the seed. Will that be my mistake? No.
How many may now know of Peter and how
many may now know of Paul without Peter and
Paul ever having known them? Ever. Millions
upon millions. Meanwhile, mentoring men on
uhm the works of Undset upset milquetoast
millennials who’d rather just uh coast...
Well they’ve been dead for a long time
We wouldn’t expect it to be easy to understand
This mission’s a perennial slinging of the grain,
singing in and out of season - woody weeds
among the wheat- granted, a yellow speck
among a sea of yellowish green - you don’t
quite stand out well enough - you won’t -
more like vague poems recited by heartbroken
vagabonds - those few who refuse shelter for
fear of theft of the few things left they own -
“the stench of sin” - once obscure poets themselves...
Yet we’d call it a masterpiece and you a laureate among poets
We’re not so troubled by that after all
- Gary Edward Geraci