| Written by Fr. Pier Giorio di Cicco,
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The more I know of love,
the lonelier I am. The more I love,
the better I am, the more I taste it, the more
it fills my tributaries, the more I am become love.
The colder I am without it,
the more the sunlight is not there, the more
I remember it, the more I wish to be "it",
and fill you, surround you.
The more I sing, the lonelier I am
to hear.
The more we become full angels,
the more deafening God's music is,
The more I speak to heaven,
the more I want my voice to be part of the
body that sings.
The more I lose an arm, a leg,
And move towards you
the more I wish me useless to myself
for you,
my loved one,
my compatriot, my world.
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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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