Gary Edward Geraci

You’re One of the Ten

Chosen, the world

Frozen; aright,

Your steadfastness

Pure, might His grace

 

Make you holy.

Take virtue: true

Fortitude: vice

Accrued now mist,

 

Pierced by White Light,

Dispersed. “Redeemed

By the Almighty!”

Cry ten among

 

Each age, ten whom

Reach sanctity:

Refused a world

Infused in sinful

 

Pleasure seeking;

Leisure postponed;

Ignoring the

Scorning, mocking.

 

One of the Ten:

None too easy:

Turning God from

Burning the world.

 

Gary Edward Geraci