One Real, one isn’t

Gary Edward Geraci

“Unicorn!” the Deacon proclaimed,

then proceeded weaving something

mystical and hopeful between

today’s First Reading, the Psalms, and


the Holy Gospel. “Unicorn!”

the Deacon, once again, exclaimed,

“What is in your brain?” he challenged,

“the shape, form, and color of some


thing that does not even exist?”

“God on the Cross!” heated Deacon

shouted, feverishly pointing,

gesturing to the large wood rood;


the Crucifix, mounted behind

and high above the Church altar.

“God on the Cross!” he repeated,

then left the pulpit and sat down.


Gary Edward Geraci

  • Author: Gary Edward Geraci (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 13th, 2024 12:21
  • Comment from author about the poem: Syllabic, Quatrain stanzas
  • Category: Spiritual
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  • Doggerel Dave

    As a piece of pulpitry this has no peer.
    But the jolly old Deacon will have to try harder than that....🙂

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