I am not good at
Closing down chapters;
There’s a sad pang, donating.
Closing open doors,
I gave up two bikes.
Inflated the flat tires,
Dreamt of round wind roads still to ride:
Paid for two new young riders.
His sandals were worn.
One tunic He wore.
Christ in love, not turned to things,
One with the Father;
His life spent for man.
I did not have to be,
My creation is God’s high boast:
A donation set me free.
Gary Edward Geraci