Karol Quarrier

Gary Edward Geraci

Son, inspire others; lead by example;

Amass friends whom wont betray or trample;

Mass attendance

For your soul’s ascendance:

The mind’s ascent to faith and transcendence.

 

Self denial, a mastery of self,

True beauty enjoy; the rest you can shelve;

Curse the devil,

Drown vice below level;

Bring, beat down dirt: every trace of evil.

 

Temper lust and the carnal appetite;

Bar brute temper, this thirst for blood, and fight

Right: the downtrodden

And persecuted men:

Teach credence for those led by religion.

 

Study valiant men, the noble saints;

Take relaxation to loosen constraints,

A holy wife,

Children; partners for life:

Will minimize the pains of strain and strife.

 

Boys need fathers to follow formation;

Fathers to father men of great nations;

Love courier,

Chivalrous warrior;

Stone workmen: men move rock: the quarrier.

 

-Gary Edward Geraci

  • Author: Gary Edward Geraci (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 10th, 2019 12:30
  • Comment from author about the poem: Karol Wojtyla plied the manly work of stone cutter in a Krakow quarry prior to becoming a priest, Bishop, Cardinal, Pope John Paul II and now Pope Saint John Paul II the Great.
  • Category: Family
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Comments3

  • dusk arising

    A man surrounded by peadophile scandal and at the head of the largest finacial establishment in the world namely the Roman Catholic Church.

    "Easier for a camel to pass thru the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter the kingdom of heaven"

    Hypocrites in christianity.

  • orchidee

    A fine write Gary.

  • Gary Edward Geraci

    “Within the broken Vatican
    The murdered Pope is lying dead.
    The soldiers of Valerian
    Their evil hands are wet and red.

    Unarmed, unmoved, St. Laurence waits,
    His cassock is his only mail.
    The troops of Hell have burst the gates,
    But Christ is Lord, He shall prevail.

    (Excerpt from the poem “St. Laurence” by Joyce Kilmer



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