Notes in harmony struggle but
Climb uneven, mountain footholds.
Chant-like, pitch-perfect expressions,
Overcome. Rooted in routine
And firmly grounded petitions,
The professed postulants’ vocals
Burst forth, their members taken out
Of the world to tame sin and sing,
Reaching heights and elevations where
Awe, High Power, and Almighty
Are if but only in shadow;
Fear of God is felt less today.
Modern men strive, without God’s name.
To their great peril, they reduce the
Irreducible. Put behind
Them, they’re free and liberated,
Except from death, which always comes.
The Fearsome Gate, opens from the
Narrow road where few have traveled.
Trembling, only a few will pass.
Gary Edward Geraci
“Enter by the narrow gate. For wide is the gate and broad is the way that leads to destruction, and many there are who enter that way. How narrow the gate and close the way that leads to life! And few there are who find it.” Matthew 7:13-14