Saul the man was hunting followers,
Damascus bound.
Falling to the ground, blinded,
now hearing
\"I am Jesus whom you persecute!\"
Life-changing,
Paul\'s fresh faith endearing.
Living or dead exists a union
of believers;
One, strong Mystical Body: the
faithful
on earth; those in heaven; the souls in
Purgatory.
Excluding the damned, their last choice, fateful.
One with their Head who is Lord
this they will share.
If any part undergoes affliction?
Sad.
All the rest do too. Should one be found
of honor?
All celebrate like an Olympiad.
Among the Communion of Saints is
a love active.
Fervent desires for mortals
they hold.
Length of time for meriting does pass.
Strength, power, the
Saints worshiping are bold.
Repercussions, reverberations
perfectly
transforming world history. It\'s a
fact.
Hearts vitalized by the unknown
sacrifices
of others. Drawing one closer -
ev\'ry act.
Each sincere, repentant Confession,
man\'s sins purged!
Zion and earth rejoicing, a
lost coin found!
Some here, there, and in between.
Those on pilgrimage.
Chains loosened; brothers bound.
Saints of Ephesus and Achaia,
nascent and
now new Church Militant: still fighting.
The dead
a Church Suffering: hope not lost.
Church Triumphant:
for all the blessed in heaven
Christ bled.
Heavenly hosts won\'t forget
those left alone.
Imperfect love for God; in them He still
dwells.
Grace filled, adorned, for whom Jesus died.
Blissful joy!
The Saints\' prayers far excel.
Break the bonds of Christ\'s members? Death won\'t.
Face to face God we see! Ecstasy! Bliss! Our
Destiny!
Sin and the devil at war with
pilgrim people.
Our fellow man the ally,
not enemy.
Son on the Cross a Redeemer,
done to death, changed.
The whole body, every joint does
wield.
Children of the vine sprouting upwards;
Angels too;
\"Kingdom of God\" revealed.
- Gary Edward Geraci