Gary Edward Geraci

Your Inheritance Won

Prominent your stature (the Paraclete shaped my soul and stripped my pride),

Elevated, like clerisy class-cleared, and eloquent (I’m without envy).

Wayfaring now: lightsome, impassible, agile and with subtlety (I’ve wracked wrath).

Satiety: God’s nature feeds, the inferior surpassed (been freed from sloth).

Arriving at last you’ve won! (and the aureole is mine! so long avarice,

Gone for good the scrounge around, sweat, growling gourmand, and the gluttony.)

Low on earth you know now your gain (to Luxuriate; lost not to lust).


Gary Edward Geraci


“ Do you not know that those who run in a race all run, but only one receives the prize?  Run in such a way that you may win.” 1 Corinthians 9:24


  • orchidee

    A fine write Gary. I've not though much about an 'order of sins'. Though of course to murder someone is worse than telling a little lie, for example.
    They say I commit murder - of songs that is, when I sing to them! It can be forgiven, but never forgotten, once heard (so I say). heehee.

  • orchidee

    Also - in one way we all Christians win the prize, by God's grace. I suppose we are competing, but not against one another. Then we would be envying, and probably some of the other sins too, in trying to get the prize!

  • Gary Edward Geraci

    Thanks Orchidee and I had a good “singing line” about a fellow who believed that he could sing even though no one else shared that sentiment with him. But I forgot the line. Then it dawned on me that I might be sharing the same boat with this fellow.

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