Gary Edward Geraci

Throne

It seems certain:

by love;

by acts;

by deeds;

by fruit;

one’s faith is indeed,

at least the size of a mustard seed.

It can be disheartening

when mountains don’t move or

hillocks or tussocks or molehills.

Petitions: “Lord, let this medicine, this cure, be the one!” do not obtain,

and I think, it is precisely here,

among the throng of those full of

mockery and scorn, we may

hear His gentle, reassuring voice:

to resign one’s self;

to become humble;

to lie down and exalt

ourselves on the throne

of the sick bed; and to know,

without doubt, it is

here, in solidarity

with all of the befallen:

we begin to move mountains.

Gary Edward Geraci