Gary Edward Geraci

Man of the Cloth

Don’t have to do anything:

Try to create it;

Try to fabricate it;

Try to feel it.

Distractions, like startled quail in the bush,

Fly out of nowhere but

The reality still exists.

Like the wetness of a rain shower,

Regardless the fabric of an umbrella,

What an ordained

Man of the cloth elevates

Is Emmanuel, God with us;

Now among us

In body, soul,

And divinity;

Now glorified.

A real, actual presence

On our altars,

In our patens

And chalices;

Body and Blood:

Commanded to be taken and eaten.

Gary Edward Geraci