Man of the Cloth Poem, by Gary Edward Geraci, at My poetic side

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

orchidee February 28th, 2021 02:41
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 GeraciMarch 9th, 2021 23:28
  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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