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Written by Fr. Pier Giorio di Cicco
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Friday, 05 October 2007 |
Watching time go by
in the cell, the sun
careens, ascends.
Dusk. The hour of
reflection. Father Alex upstairs,
his life in rosary beads,
waiting, for me, the world, with a
caress, and talk.
The bells of vespers ring,
I’ve heard them,
softening the heart.
Our mother is prayer,
in the catacombs
of thought.
Our lanterns
are the sheens of love —
the Madonna and her solstice.
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Fr. Pier Giorio Di Cicco |
| 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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