Memory Divine

Gary Edward Geraci

Perfection in creation is God’s from day one.
Squandering, our first parents, the inheritance won,
Sin entered the world, the pile of it impoverishing everyone.
Our Memory Divine, suffering not; we’re known for whom we truly are.

Royalty, undefiled beauty, our filiation is divine.
Would we contemplate and show gratitude for that which is sublime.
“He entrusts his truth, to our weak hands, to our weak minds.”
Consenting to love and engaging grace; we’re victors of this hellish war.

- Gary Edward Geraci

  • Author: Gary Edward Geraci (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 21st, 2017 09:16
  • Comment from author about the poem: “To our weak minds, to our weak hands, he entrusts his truth-the mystery of God the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit; the mystery of God who “so loved the world that he gave his only Son” (John 3:16). He made us his friends - and how do we respond?” Homily of His Eminence Card. Joseph Ratzinger, Vatican Basilica, Monday 18 April 2005
  • Category: Love
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  • orchidee

    A fine write Gary.

  • Gary Edward Geraci

    Thank you orchidee for your read and comment!



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