Can’t Kill My Soul

Gary Edward Geraci

Virus, protestors violent, race riots and

It’s just July, outcries, the demons would have

Me write about this surge of house flies, I stand,

A dried brown scorpion corpse on the floor, halve

Here, harmless severed stinger there, away, grand

Guardian angel keep me, I look up and laugh

For Christ’s Cross keeps the devil’s face under,

Over watchful eyes of my heavenly Mother.

 

Gary Edward Geraci

  • Author: Gary Edward Geraci (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 15th, 2020 12:13
  • Comment from author about the poem: Written in ottava rima (abababcc) a here, there, away, over and under poem.
  • Category: Spiritual
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  • orchidee

    Good write Gary.
    You will know the Protestant view is that we don't give as much prominence to Mary.
    I don't use Protestant 'label' hardly at all though.
    Erm, we got a wasp or two in the UK. Does that compare to a scorpion, or is it a pathetic comparison?! lol.

  • Gary Edward Geraci

    Both are stinging, pesky, pests to be avoided O. This whole Mary veneration is only out of due respect for the reverence our Lord, our risen Lord, has for his mother. The mother of God! Incomprehensible but revelation tells us so. I so so so so hope to have a Queen in heaven O; a cherished hope - that she will take me to her Son my Lord!



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