Throne

Gary Edward Geraci

 

It seems certain:

by love;

by acts;

by deeds;

by fruit;

 

one’s faith is indeed,

at least the size of a mustard seed.

It can be disheartening

when mountains don’t move or

hillocks or tussocks or molehills.

Petitions: “Lord, let this medicine, this cure, be the one!” do not obtain,

and I think, it is precisely here,

among the throng of those full of

mockery and scorn, we may

 

hear His gentle, reassuring voice:

to resign one’s self;

to become humble;

to lie down and exalt

ourselves on the throne

of the sick bed; and to know,

without doubt, it is

here, in solidarity

with all of the befallen:

we begin to move mountains.

 

Gary Edward Geraci

  • Author: Gary Edward Geraci (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 9th, 2021 15:12
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  • Julie B

    Lovely

  • orchidee

    Good write Gary.

  • L. B. Mek

    here you've exemplified the utility within belief systems (any and all),
    a wonderful read of self-mined resolve, choosing to entrust in the goodness you glean from your chosen avenue of belief,
    if we could all just add that ounce of humility to accept each others differences - well, at the very least we would allow our humane qualities to surface above our chaotic nature of existence as humans,
    happy new year

    • Gary Edward Geraci

      Thank you for your read and affirmation - indeed it is the virtue of humility that softens the ever so damaging vice of pride that has plagued human kind since its inception (from a Christian perspective- in the Garden of Eden).



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