Wire like shoots, strands of green plants live in asphalt cracks, stretching skyward, briefly kissed by
Sun rays, animated; these perishable souls seek a certain way of existing
Before being scalded by the high heat of the afternoon, exposed, then trampled down
By the tread of a passing street truck; gone forever, annihilated; yet men too
Stretch skyward, multiply, like wire like shoots yet with souls that never perish, don’t die:
Souls, continued forever. “But where?” you inquire, “In what kind of society?”
To wonder yet to no longer wonder of the miracle of each new life: strange,
Unique, a human life! With gift of soul! “Should we ever tire of this?” Yet might One
Of human birth, cloaked in the absence of labor pains, but with wire like shoots grasp,
Possess a Divine Soul? Flesh, like wire like shoots, our flesh, and One Eternal Soul!
-Gary Edward Geraci
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- Comment from author about the poem: A new life comes to be. This One, like never before or never again, was both man and God. No less a miracle is our flesh and eternal soul, an eternal soul, but not a Divine soul, made in the image of its Creator. “Made in the image of its Creator you say?” Yes, every last one that ever has been or that ever will be. And yes, there was this One. “Which One?” Yes, this One! Through this One, with this One, and in this One the Creator became one of us. Is this really so strange that you would sincerely question as to whether or not it could really happen? Really? Do you know not the profound miracle it is that you are right here and now reading these very lines? Come now! My writing style in this poem was inspired by the free style of the famous American poet Walt Whitman: “I Hear America Singing,” “I Sit and Look Out,” and most of all “Miracles.”
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A thoughtful write Gary. And the pic reminded me I really should get out more sometimes, do exercise, etc!
At minimal a cache of stretches I’d say...how dreadful it would be if you were to pull something....Thank you Orchidee for your read and comment!
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