| Written by Fr. Pier Giorio di Cicco,
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When God speaks
it is like listening
to yourself
being deafened by your
wonder;
all at once
the sound that is no sound
fills your bones, makes stillness
of the world and gives you the only
focus you will ever have, your heart made
for adoration.
No wanting to escape,
no choice, no happy sadness or sad
heavens, just the moment you were born
minus the shriek, just the window of your
death without your fear; just His being there,
and you in the crux of His hand, your senses
like sparrows for the world, visiting, and just as happy
to come home to branches.
Suddenly, there is no wind, just
white spirit, that might as well be wings,
as if you need them for anything but play,
like a consecration that life is.
And you are made of the same stuff that love is,
for that moment, when he calls Himself to you.
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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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