Plastic spoons she’s dipping into
Gerber baby Lucas soft food jars; she’s dipping into.
A life of tithing ten percent,
Soaring spiritual reserves succeeding; he’s dipping into.
Parochial school kids playing
Drip-pity drip drop games of “duck, duck, goose;” while dipping into.
Family, do not be afraid;
A fervent studied faith with actions goes dipping into.
By our prayr’ful quiet witness,
Modern nation’s hard, hurt, frightful souls we’re dipping into.
Beards grown out like the Church Fathers,
Anointing balms and scented oils, we too are dipping into.
Silent sit-ins, society sees:
Scissors, suctions, squirming innocents while dipping into.
Breaking the ground and burying vice,
Heavy metal excavators, toothed buckets dipping into.
Deep Jordan, wet, salt water bowls,
Fonts, creeks, and hotel swimming pools the bless’d are dipping into.
The monstrosity of sin, drained,
Christ’s Body and blood, changed, mystically now all dipping into.
Time spent before the Bless’d Monstrance;
Supernaturally touching the time He is dipping into.
Off to Gary’s “Inferno Cafe”
Where the hard, chile con queso isn’t worth dipping into.
- Gary Edward Geraci