It is, with a relative ease, I write
Rhyme’s about sin. Being a great sinner,
The actions and thoughts flow free. The details might
Matter in confession; or at the kneeler
By the bed, but not here; my lips are tight.
Suffice to say we are the same; our sins ever
Before an infinite, loving God, who wills to deliver
Us, redeem us, and save us for heavenly flight.
Of small sin, I’m cleansed during the Penitential Act,
Recited daily in the Mass. I can now eat
And drink, without guilt of sinning by fact
Against, the body and blood of our sweet
Lord, Jesus, who suffered, died, and rose; a pact
Gift from the One we daily mock and beat.
Gary Edward Geraci