The One We Hope In

High and low, Holy, hylomorph-

Ism, makes life lived so wondrous

And our diff’rences but a dwarf

To those who’d say: huge and cumbrous!

With this flesh we crawl, leap, and run;

Using our hands to furl the flags

That waved all day in the full sun

By soldiers carrying body bags.

It seems we’ve so much in common,

Same bodies extending into

Space. Yet, some minds clutch the bottom

Rung of a man’s moral IQ,

Impeded by what more than free-

Dom to make one’s own wrong choices,

Again and again; liberty

Denied, now just angry voices.

The beauty of our condition:

We can still sync to the One, High

Power of the Vine; perdition

Put out of the picture; ally,

Filling the hungry with good things,

Waiting for our hearts to open,

Our minds to unfold with new wings;

To fly with the One we hope in.

Gary Edward Geraci