Medal of Freedom

Gary Edward Geraci

Opportunities to fall are ripe, no doubt, to fail: past the ‘best by’ buy date, hidden store stocks,

Gone bad. Look away! A democratic representative accosts a mother and her daughters,

 

Whom were defying what secularists would deify as primitive, instinctive, reflexive modes of being;

Behaving altruistically while praying silently for the weakest of human beings

 

Just moments away from a bell, the death knell bell; hell for unrepentant mankind whom would persist

In the most pronounced yet mumbled sin against humanity; chilling: the killing of her children.

 

Defenseless forests burn to the ground and innocent land masses slide into useless pools of mud...

And though you may stymie me, my silent speech, with threats, violent shouts of hate, intolerance -(oh ‘tolerant’ one)...

 

They fall, one by one they fall; our silent prayers fall on ears that hear, hearts that bear to beat; the buildings fall!

And what rises cries to the heavens: new green shoots from blackened ash floors; firm footings grasp rock past the mud lines where my brothers and sisters lie.

 

New bills pass and buildings fall where a stellar little lady from Calcutta still leaves sonic, saintly shock waves

In her wake. Wake up! “Whatever You Did Unto One Of The Least You Did Unto Me” drew roars of sustained applause except from an uncomfortable few seated in the reserved seating section and flanked by secret service agents.

  • Author: Gary Edward Geraci (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 11th, 2019 10:47
  • Comment from author about the poem: Inspired by the resiliency of America to come back from its defeats in the year 2019 - a famous golfer received the Medal of Freedom from the President of the United States and in the same news cycle, a ‘democratic’ state representative, here acting as a disruptor of the peace, filmed himself bullying peaceful, praying protestors in front of a Planned Parenthood building and then tried to go viral with it on social media. This brought to mind a big supernatural boost the pro-life movement received when way back in 1994, on February 3, Mother Teresa, now Saint Teresa of Calcutta, spoke to a packed, National Prayer Breakfast delivering her speech “Whatever You Did Unto One Of The Least You Did Unto Me.” The poetic form I write in is inspired by the American Poet Robinson Jeffers (1887-1962) and his poem “Shine, Perishing Republic.”
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  • Gary Edward Geraci

    God governs the very next letter tap in this reply, the very next breath we both take in pondering this simple reply. I praise Him for both your existence and mine.



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