| Written by Fr. Pier Giorio di Cicco,
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 The blood of Christ.
The canyon that was heart —
water flowing through it.
I am Christ as you are.
The nails. The thorns.
Betrayal.
All of it.
His mother looking up.
As I look up to mine.
You strip the altar.
Birds sing, hollowly.
Nothing will raise my bones to heaven.
The Father has taken no cup
but has filled this poem
with you,
the living.
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Fr. Pier Giorio Di Cicco |
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| 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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