| Written by Fr. Pier Giorio di Cicco,
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Today’s the anniversary of my ordination
to the priesthood.
I haven’t told my parishioners. They’d make such a fuss over me.
Someone sends me a prayer card from Baltimore.
I wink at Jesus as I leave the chapel door tonight —
four old ladies and a farmer who can’t hold a note —
God has arranged for nobody to call.
Some twenty-five prayer books around me
screaming dead brethren and unwritten poems for
the saints and angels I have known.
Mainly, I wait for the angel of deafening love;
who will arrive on the stroke
of midnight.
I wait, like a bride.
so I can say
when He arrives: I’ve made
everything He gave me into a portent and a sign,
just to welcome Him home, to welcome Him home,
my tired angel, who has scoured the earth for me.
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| About the author: |
| Fr. Pier Giorgio DiCicco, a priest of the Archdiocese of Toronto, has authored 17 books of poetry. He was born in Italy, raised in Montreal, Boston and Toronto and has taught at the University of Toronto. He is currently Poet Laureate of the City of Toronto. His poetry is published by The Mansfield Press
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