Like that peculiar taste of tap water from
the drink out of a motel room drinking glass
after tearing off the waxed paper wrapper -
I’d likely never see this room or this place
again said my mother to me but being
just a small boy, I felt no sadness -
I’d yet to face the loss or abandonment
of someone or something I really loved -
room keys used to be metal and there was
always a Gideon Bible in the drawer.
- Gary Edward Geraci
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Gary Edward Geraci (
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- Comment from author about the poem: In the last line of poem the boy, now a man, having experienced the inevitable losses that come with aging, laments over what “used to be” with “what is.” With Christ’s death on the cross the cult of animal sacrifice, the cult of the old covenant, what “used to be,” is replaced with “what is”: a greater and more perfect cult through the risen Lord Jesus Christ (Hebrews 9:1-14). Rather than despair over our changing world we remain hopeful: the blood of Christ, through the Holy Spirit, is once and for all offered to God for our eternal redemption. We have been saved! May you and your family have a happy and reflective Holy Saturday.
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Gary,
A beautiful relatable write!
I’d also like to wish you and your family a happy and reflective Holy Saturday!
Thank you for sharing!
~Laura~
Thank you Laura. I appreciate your visit and your kind words.
A fine write Gary. yet the new is far better! Do they still put out Gideon Bibles these days - in the drawers or on tables in hotel rooms? I have one which had its 48th anniversary recently! Given New Testament in school days. It got lost, then found again!
Thank you Orchidee. I believe they still do but with more opposition; like many other “historical things” here in America. Congrats on what I would assume to be your broken in and well worn 48 year old bible! Great testimony to what must have been a fine upbringing in good, quality schools. Sounds like Divine Providence (or the parable of the prodigal son).
Thanks Gary. Well, my primary school days had a Christian headmaster with daily hymn or to, some prayers, and assembly in a 'religious' sense. But in secondary (high) school we dreaded occasional headmaster's assembly, as he waffled on about obscure things. Some good things though. And the R.E. teacher was one of the grouchiest - she was a misery! Then, oh no, another R.E. teacher who looked like she should have retired 150 years ago. An old strict school ma'am. lol.
Competing with the world R.E. will always come off as somewhat of a mortification and if isn’t, it’s being “watered down.”
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