On The Dove’s Wing

Gary Edward Geraci

She neatly fits over the others, small

To large or large to small, Matryoshka doll,

The first of all, our Mother, her great call

Long ago in a small home cross the knoll.

Change occurred, her baby grew, broke the thrall

Of the devil’s hold, lies, and life of loll

Of those to be counted in Caesar’s poll,

The Lord in her womb, the Counter of all.

 

Her spiritual children contained within

Poured forth and multiplied with Him, Christ King,

The right hand of God, through Him and in Him.

With right worship and praise the people sing:

To raise families; to give; and abhor sin;

To bring fruit of good work on the Dove’s wing.

 

Gary Edward Geraci

  • Author: Gary Edward Geraci (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 25th, 2023 11:17
  • Comment from author about the poem: Sonnet
  • Category: Spiritual
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