| Written by Fr. Pier Giorio di Cicco,
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There is no news forthcoming
on the edge of my wilderness. I learn new
new things as a final resort so He can see
me flitting on the planet, requisitioning home.
I want to play flowers and griefs and blue bells
and a handshake, I want to pour my breath
into the world like blessing.
I want the medium of song to be your eyes
as I look at them, your gentleness to be
arpeggio, the sky to be written in His quick hand,
before the night shuts us. I want
the angel of the new moon to
become any sparrow, and his music to be
light for the moths we are.
I want to shut my voice and become song,
transfigured, like grace coming to roost
on my ignorant head, for there is a heart in me
called love of man, and everyone hears it,
this music, deafening; this mouth called need of
humankind for God.
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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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