Gary Edward Geraci

Believers Two

Believers Two

 

The mind is moved to ponder love,

Falls short, its fill, the Heart above.

Divine this bond, authentic, true:

The Father, Son, and Holy Dove.

 

The wind ahead a winter brew

Of people, rain, determined few

Whom cleave together, undeterred,

No fad nor fancy passing through

 

Could rip apart their undissolved,

One flesh, one heart, one Love; one’s vow

Is scandal to the unresolved

And folly to the uninvolved.

 

To bind for life through grace, avow

With striking ardor, Christ allow.

Believers two: one Hope, one Thou.

Believers two: one Hope, one Thou.

 

Gary Edward Geraci