A Pact Gift

It is, with a relative ease, I write

Rhyme’s about sin. Being a great sinner,

The actions and thoughts flow free. The details might

Matter in confession; or at the kneeler

By the bed, but not here; my lips are tight.

Suffice to say we are the same; our sins ever

Before an infinite, loving God, who wills to deliver

Us, redeem us, and save us for heavenly flight.

Of small sin, I’m cleansed during the Penitential Act,

Recited daily in the Mass. I can now eat

And drink, without guilt of sinning by fact

Against, the body and blood of our sweet

Lord, Jesus, who suffered, died, and rose; a pact

Gift from the One we daily mock and beat.

Gary Edward Geraci