| Written by Fr. Pier Giorio di Cicco,
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When I am alone again
I am thrown
into the throws
of You, like wind wrangling through
trees and weather caught
in my throat,
like children
alone on a roof
in some place.
Beginnings chase each other
and laugh, dying.
Words commence themselves and
cringe
with nothing to do than to call my face
a lying thing.
Objects will not hold to my hands,
for they belong to you, my God,
a lyric with love.
I hope to move into light,
to become close to you,
to stake myself to the
earth in your name.
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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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