Gary Edward Geraci

Is it I?


Christ is the bread.
Form fixed before
Creation: time and space.

Christ is the bread.
A big bang breaks:
Gas, mole, and matter.

Christ is the bread.
Nuts shed smooth shells
Till rooted: tall trees.

Christ is the bread.
Souls in the womb:
Nine months to nourish.

Christ is the bread.
Words: willed to write,
To sing, to recite.

Christ is the bread.
Form: fixed before
Ink marks the parchment.

Christ is the bread.
Hands consecrate.
In sin: complicit.

Christ is the bread.

And while they were at the table eating, Jesus said, “Amen I say to you, one of you will betray me – one who is eating with me.“ But they began to be sad, and to say to him one by one, “Is it I?“ Mark 14:18-19


  • orchidee

    A deep and thoughtful write Gary. And yet we're 'saints' (we're being sanctified), forgiven sinners! Of course, no-one's perfect; only me (lol)! Now I'm imperfect, having said that. Doh!

    • Gary Edward Geraci

      Your only ‘fault’ in my estimation, given your copious catalogue of work, would be ‘cacoethes scribendi’: “Writer’s itch,” a mania for writing! (Source: A Poet’s Glossary by Edward Hirsch) Write on my friend - to distant lands may we traverse...

      • orchidee

        Heehee I jest, saying I cannot say any words over 3 syllables long. I never knew it may be cacoethes-wotsit! Then again, I may not write every day. Other days maybe 1 poem per day, or 2 or 3 per day if I get in the flow.
        Only you and I are perfect - 99%! Now we have need of humble pie, having said that!

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