Jesus, Jesus, Jesus

Gary Edward Geraci

Self instruction in the humanities,

Of sorts, its own ‘college of the liberal arts:’

Great Books, read through the knocks of door-to-door sales,

Concomitant rejection, and false starts;

Earl Nightingale; the excess of the eighties;

The scribbled song, the “next big hit”, the parts

I would play if I could play; breaking hearts;

Positive mental attitude cassette tapes.

 

Everybody is always counting something:

Degrees, poems, books, likes, and followers;

Churches count families and total tithings;

I tally too, without the call of editors,

(Humble priests number their homily writings)

Completely free to multiply the name of Jesus!

 

Gary Edward Geraci

  • Author: Gary Edward Geraci (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 15th, 2023 11:33
  • Comment from author about the poem: A sonnet - a celebration of obscurity.
  • Category: Spiritual
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  • orchidee

    A fine write Gary.

  • Bobby O

    I would play if I could. I understand the genre and direction w emphasis toward a certain world but it’s an even better flexible statement of missionand has an appliqué toward any tally that hovers over a place or station we habitate.

    • Gary Edward Geraci

      Thanks, Bobby, for the insight; forever counting (as long as we’re on this side of the grave).



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