Gary Edward Geraci

Raised

I take the Food to feed your flock,
A servant serves beyond the Mass.
In love You move as by a clock,
By motor, plastic, steel, and glass.

To drive my Lord to those bound home,
A round pyx bound around my neck.
A picture map on my smart phone,
A small black book for me to check.

I find your Face shines in the sick,
My hands and feet fix such a feat!
Am I a star that you did pick?
To raise the Body they will eat!

Our Lord, ALL OF YOU, I do bring,
The Second Council has since raised:
A priest, a profit, and a king!
Your greatest glory to be praised!

- Gary Edward Geraci

Comments2

  • orchidee

    A fine write Gary. Though I differ, having always been at churches where the host is not seen as transubstantiated. In my hymn-poems on this theme I often point out that it's symbolic, for me anyway (my Protestant leaning).

    • Gary Edward Geraci

      Fine and fair reply Orchidee - thank you for allowing your own strong faith in Christ to form your most excellent work of poetry. It is an inspiration to me and I’m sure many others. You are my brother.

      • orchidee

        Thanks Gary.

      • poelove

        I really enjoyed this powerful poem. Indeed a poem of love. My own favorite poems are derived from my religious studies they seem to offer(for myself) a sense of otherworldly peace through my own understanding

        • Gary Edward Geraci

          Thank you Poelove. Sorry for the delayed response. I’m in the middle of a cataloging project and I came across this your comment in which I failed to respond.. Keep writing from that religious place my friend!



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