blood rose on a cream colored marble floor stands to instantiate life and death,
Imperfections, incarnate bleeding in the vicinity of a sacrificial stone altar
colorful but drying bouquet, floored, once fresh and illuminating, dying takes on wrinkled, more fragrant flesh then falls apart, plummeting petals, unkempt, soon to be swept
just one petal for now; I bled for you
imperfect, most far from perfection, striving, sinning, “good” people gathering in the state of being perfected and so let ALL be admitted
humans in faith, clinging to the hope their many transgressions will fall and die here, a petal on the floor, by its color, reminding the few who see it of precious blood once shed so that many may also rise
Gary Edward Geraci
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I'm reading of the entanglements of the Reformation. That somewhat long word - transub-wotsit. You know it!
I don't insist on a denomination label for myself, but Protestants don't along with it, you will know.
Not that this poem is about trans..... I will shut up now! lol.
Also - reading of the throwing out, or rather dismantling of altars, and bringing in Communion tables instead.
I heard something the other day and it has stuck with me: we’ve been commissioned by Christ to preach Christ and His Gospel - not the church (Catholicism, Protestantism, etc.). I think I am understanding this correctly. I think, we’ve got a bit more material to write about as Catholics - material that a Protestant reformer won’t touch because he can’t find its inspiration anywhere in Sacred Scripture - the Catholic appealing to both Sacred Tradition and Sacred Scripture finds source material that is deemed metaphysical, philosophical, theological (I’m thinking of the very best writers here, lofty writers, that place me far below). But you’re simply not writing to your potential until you’ve been censored a few times or raised the hair of your reader or embarrassed them or made them blush … ok I’ll shut up now as I’m waffling now aren’t I?
Fido, my imaginary dog, who barks at anyone on here, who 'forgets' to mark poems '18+, when they should be so marked, knows of my waffling! Also, eh saves me if I swoon when I read any 'hot' poems! lol.
But now - in UK a Bishop is 'coming round' to the idea of same-sex marriages, and will probably incur the wrath of some other denominations. Not Gene Robinson, in-your-face type of thing though.
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