| Written by Fr. Pier Giorio di Cicco,
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Like the sun, I will come out, and like
a prayer I will wash over the
sundry beauties I have known.
One has your name.
I bless things arbitrarily,
for that is what love does, simply transmits
chronicles of laughter and such,
to the deaf unknowing places.
Soon, I would have hoped, there will be
nothing on the planet that is not hear-say
of what I’ve cared for.
Time is running out, as I walk with a sack
of memory, sewing like a mad planter
the countless joys
of luck and grace.
I could add this poem.
But everywhere I go, I am an articulation
of what has loved me,
each step a witness for me to marvel at,
clear as an open field, with blooms.
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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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