level 4 happiness

Gary Edward Geraci

nobody gets her but
Father Robert Spitzer
Jesuits possess some-
thing higher than Wisdom
salt and pepper pooch
brown cassock never crass
that's one hot Schnauzer
living in a monastery
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One among many
Franciscan friars
jumping into the foray
speaking to Shubunkin
pond dwellers as only
a canine can do
on two hind legs
to pumpkin heads and
immortal souls longing
like a man eating
a cinnamon bun
level one
Kilmer, Hopkins, and
Sassoon, laid the groundwork
through and through, they knew
what to do (too high for me they flew)
flying to the moon
level two
compassionate love
marital commitment
dates one woman for life
serving plates at Saint
Vincent de Paul's shelter
level three
empathy for others
perfect truth love justice
goodness beauty home a
loving God pursuing
beatific vision
level four
after that what's more?
from the pen of David
Bentley Hart words flow from
the flowing stream the hart
drinks from the Heart blood and
water flow and flower
hey wonderworker and
a saint they are people
too nuns priests brothers monks
TV evangelizers
the pope doesn't fly with
angelic wings during
the night after all

- Gary Edward Geraci

  • Author: Gary Edward Geraci (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 5th, 2017 22:00
  • Comment from author about the poem: Still having lots of fun writing free style poetry. Here's a link to Carmelo the schnauzer's back story; enjoy! http://metro.co.uk/2017/03/09/carmelo-the-schnauzer-is-a-bolivian-monasterys-newest-monk-6497939/
  • Category: Spiritual
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Comments1

  • FredPeyer

    Gary, that Schnauzer monk does go well with your great poem! I really enjoyed reading it.

    • Gary Edward Geraci

      Thanks for your read and comment Fred. Here\'s a link to this dog\'s special habitat: http://metro.co.uk/2017/03/09/carmelo-the-schnauzer-is-a-bolivian-monasterys-newest-monk-6497939/



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