Believers Two

Gary Edward Geraci

Believers Two

 

The mind is moved to ponder love,

Falls short, its fill, the Heart above.

Divine this bond, authentic, true:

The Father, Son, and Holy Dove.

 

The wind ahead a winter brew

Of people, rain, determined few

Whom cleave together, undeterred,

No fad nor fancy passing through

 

Could rip apart their undissolved,

One flesh, one heart, one Love; one’s vow

Is scandal to the unresolved

And folly to the uninvolved.

 

To bind for life through grace, avow

With striking ardor, Christ allow.

Believers two: one Hope, one Thou.

Believers two: one Hope, one Thou.

 

Gary Edward Geraci

  • Author: Gary Edward Geraci (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 4th, 2020 10:19
  • Comment from author about the poem: The muse for my poem’s style and form is Robert Frost; one that he used in his traditional poem “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening.” The subject matter of my poem is traditional, sacramental marriage: the divine bond between one man and woman, for the life of the couple, as modeled by the love among the Persons of the Holy Trinity and the permanent love of a Son, Jesus Christ for his Holy Church- warts and all. This is the perspective understood by Roman Catholics and many other Christians worldwide today. It’s one my wife and I model wherever we go, together or alone - unvarnished defects and all. We were recently at the Domain in Austin, Texas shopping, or at least my wife was, in a store called Zara. We’ve found she shops better if I’m happily seated somewhere and not impatiently trudging along as she scours the sales racks. And so I waited outside writing the second stanza to this poem, watching the people scramble as a cold, winter front with rain blew through. There will always be a few whom would prefer to spit in the devil’s eye rather than swallow up the age’s progressive alternatives - “believers two: one Hope, one Thou”. Come all you good, traditional, Christian families, pray for God’s grace and pave the way for a fallen world to find and save itself. “Perfect chastity for me/ Is loyalty to my vows./ Oh the scoundrel I would be/ To run about like the cows!”
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