| Written by Fr. Pier Giorio di Cicco,
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There are some things that won’t connect.
I take it God has not forgiven when in fact He has.
I take it I am evil when I am merely a juniper
in thirst of rain. I take it leaves revolve in
wind as gestures of farewell.
I take it the man I was is married to his shadow
when I am drenched in sun, and so I take him in
and give him my name.
Simple errors. The truth is I died in Christ and
have yet to live in resurrection.
I see thorns and think penitence instead of diadems
of pain that force the rose, I hear love and wonder
what I must do to merit gifts,
I hear children laugh and think derision,
not sustaining butterflies.
A new catechism is called for —
when I can marry to my skin like rosary
that looks like dew on words I fabricate
to welcome you, oh world.
The time of grief is ever.
Faith amounts to the bread I have leavened
to not eat. Hope is in every utterance,
every wound displayed, each closing door,
while there is life to breathe, and even then
outlives us.
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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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