You Said We’d Move Mountains

Gary Edward Geraci

to sit, to contemplate,

to open and close fingers,

a dull headache his companion.

 

10, 20, 30,

two fists to two open hands, three times;

40 world leaders,

50, 60, 70,

 

seven times opened and closed,

his pain their freedom: freedom from corruption, freedom for education, religion

freedom for beauty, virtue, civility.

 

seconds pass, 150, 160, flying fist to fingers,

“YOU know them LORD!”

formosa fern fronds bowing, bobbing from the movement of air;

“there’s more life under YOUR command”

 

thinking of a small space in his backyard “than these 180, 190, 200

government officials” (rounding up to 210 to include transitional powers);

a petition that takes less than sixty seconds.

 

“ridiculous gesticulations!” perhaps, perhaps not; “not those of a sound man” - persuaded as they still are to call him crazed - “but these,“ say his worldly detractors: “are symptomatic of a patient for modern psychology;” citing “compulsive, daily church sitting, kneeling, standing sessions and then there’s this tracking of traveling fingers-to-fists;” a first-rate, qualified candidate for one of those patient, patient studies (rounding up to 210, selectively chosen patients) “a steady, silent study that runs a course of about seventy, seventy-five years.”

 

“patience friends!” except he didn’t exclaim it so nicely; “you’d have me painting pollyanna pictures and play-acting cap gun battles,” coping mechanisms, “but why can’t we be so fond of the prospects of howitzer rounds and hellfire missiles?” all of this

 

as he strikes out to move mountains, to change the world, ten countries at a time, (rounding to 210 total given the probability of formative, future rogue states) and all under one minute.

 

ha! I’m changing the world, ah, weakened by this clang of malaise and dogged head pain, this my finger, fist and firm invocation: WE’RE changing the world.

 

Gary Edward Geraci

 

He said to them, “Because of your little faith. Amen, I say to you, if you have faith the size of a mustard seed, you will say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there,’ and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you.” Matthew 17:20

  • Author: Gary Edward Geraci (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 24th, 2019 07:15
  • Comment from author about the poem: Pray without ceasing friends -
  • Category: Reflection
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  • orchidee

    Maybe we grow in this? Move a fig tree first, then move on to mountains? There's no set rules though.
    With gesticulations, I saw a guy once. I felt like saying:' You'll be worn out before the service starts, with all that bobbing up and down' (he was going over-the-top with it!).

    • Gary Edward Geraci

      I say we do grow in this Orchidee; assisted by the sacraments, study, prayer and the grace God gives us first. And the diversity in piety is always entertaining (in a non-judgmental way of course). Thanks for stopping by Orchidee.



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