In this His Cross all have a share,
Bleed, brood, but bar none, all to bear.
New pagan ways, feign and lie,
Devil’s inroads - the soul to die.
False freedoms: jealousy, envy;
Vain, thankless, pinched of liberty.
In dirt I crawled yet yearned for ease,
Spurn not your son forgive me please!
Dire straits, confined, pressed out the breath;
Gaped, gasped, a skyward grasp from death.
Shunned not the Church but it is shut!
Jaunt through mire and slime - tell you what!
This one respite, our high haven;
Jaws of hell spit, stole my heaven;
Locked out! Wait! Streaming feed: movement!
Live! Soul food - the great Sacrament!
Flickering flames, candles, and shadows;
Majestic God - glory follows!
Pray, converse with God; put to trust
His grace and grace to give must,
By clear assent, climb pure heights;
Heirs, fair children! Free, He delights!
Our flesh He took; in Bread now,
Dazed to see, compelled to bow
And bend a knee. Might! Adore!
Christ King! Prostrate, fall to the floor.
Lord Jesus, the Son, I AM.
Born to draw near, in love I am!
-Gary Edward Geraci