we are His, we are His!
His hands, feet, and mouth,
in a world that madly seeks
Him, knowing not, set south.
yet, the gnawing, ever
presence of dire, lone
incompleteness; tires, severs;
obscures one’s true home.
beauty, truth, purest love
are impoverished, pursued
on the ground. above,
passions guarded and checked,
evident everywhere,
ALL is found, fulfilled
in God alone. the truth, share
it, seek others to build
upon that which can’t be
suppressed and is spoken
the world over. to see;
this too can happen,
none-the-less, furthering,
at times just a matchstick, less
light, but illuminating
a cavernous darkness.
Gary Edward Geraci