Man of the Cloth

Gary Edward Geraci

 

Don’t have to do anything:

Try to create it;

Try to fabricate it;

Try to feel it.

Distractions, like startled quail in the bush,

Fly out of nowhere but

The reality still exists.

Like the wetness of a rain shower,

Regardless the fabric of an umbrella,

What an ordained

Man of the cloth elevates

Is Emmanuel, God with us;

Now among us

In body, soul,

And divinity;

Now glorified.

A real, actual presence

On our altars,

In our patens

And chalices;

Body and Blood:

Commanded to be taken and eaten.

 

Gary Edward Geraci

 

  • Author: Gary Edward Geraci (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 27th, 2021 11:19
  • Category: Love
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  • orchidee

    Good write Gary.
    Erm, I was gonna be a man of the cloth. But it turned out to be a tailor's shop making clothes! Doh! lol. I will get the right end of the stick one day.

    • Gary Edward Geraci

      Thank you Orchidee and I bet those were a fine collection of apparel that crossed your stitch I mean path! I think our Lord will look at the your many fine compositions as a “tapestry” of love - yes a man of the cloth you are!



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