{"id":2931,"date":"2011-10-09T20:50:05","date_gmt":"2011-10-09T20:50:05","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/siever.ca\/kim\/?p=2931"},"modified":"2017-08-01T20:50:45","modified_gmt":"2017-08-01T20:50:45","slug":"a-poem-for-mary","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/siever.ca\/kim\/2011\/10\/09\/a-poem-for-mary\/","title":{"rendered":"A Poem For Mary"},"content":{"rendered":"
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  1. There was a time within my life whence I was but alone;<\/li>\n
  2. Whence all the love giv\u2019n to me was ne\u2019er in my heart sown.<\/li>\n
  3. My heart was open but ever empty, for love ne\u2019er knew me then,<\/li>\n
  4. And might I try to op\u2019n it more I\u2019d never find a mend.<\/li>\n
  5. For much a time I trav\u2019ll\u2019d through life with a heavy heart inside;<\/li>\n
  6. A heart weighed down, not b\u2019 excess love, but loneliness within abide.<\/li>\n
  7. For years I tried to compensate with the things I had around me,<\/li>\n
  8. My eyes, my ears, my nose, my tongue thought that they had found thee.<\/li>\n
  9. The things they found were substitute, and tried to trick my heart:<\/li>\n
  10. My eyes would view the seas of grain and give my love a start \u2014<\/li>\n
  11. They\u2019d see the ocean up above, blue as m\u2019 spirit inside,<\/li>\n
  12. And then at night the sea was black and pocketed w\u2019 specs of light;<\/li>\n
  13. My ears would hear the beautiful song of spring birds in a tree,<\/li>\n
  14. And the whisper of the brooks and wind would once again be thee;<\/li>\n
  15. My nose would smell the sugar rose and the fragr\u2019nce o\u2019 fallen rain,<\/li>\n
  16. And these two things w\u2019 innocence were ye t\u2019 me again;<\/li>\n
  17. The taste of sweetness upon m\u2019 tongue were joys that would exclaim,<\/li>\n
  18. That you were here, though you were not, and for a time would keep me sane.<\/li>\n
  19. And all these things would fill my heart, tho\u2019 ne\u2019er would stay that long,<\/li>\n
  20. For they were not love, but took the place when I did not hear the song<\/li>\n
  21. Of a voice from Heav\u2019n that would fill my ears, my mind, my soul, my heart<\/li>\n
  22. And change the love I felt back then for one that was my part<\/li>\n
  23. Years went by and still no sign of the love I want\u2019d for me \u2014<\/li>\n
  24. She had to be the perfect one for my eyes to even see.<\/li>\n
  25. The beauty of her hair surpass the golden waves of grain,<\/li>\n
  26. The darkness richer than the eve and darker than its reign;<\/li>\n
  27. The voice of her must angelic be and fill my mind with peace,<\/li>\n
  28. Be honey smooth and sunny soothe and soft as fragrant fleece;<\/li>\n
  29. Her scent of flow\u2019rs and fallen rain must fill my heart each day;<\/li>\n
  30. And the taste of precious lips must too engulf me when they may.<\/li>\n
  31. That was the love I wanted for; the love my heart would need;<\/li>\n
  32. The love my eyes kept searching for; the love my ears would heed;<\/li>\n
  33. The love my mind kept yearning for; the love my spirit missed;<\/li>\n
  34. The love my soul was aching for; \u2019twas what made me amiss.<\/li>\n
  35. Time did not bend and was not friend and kept her from my sight,<\/li>\n
  36. But then I knew that once\u2019d come soon and then I\u2019d be full o\u2019 light.<\/li>\n
  37. The time soon came after years\u2019d gone by, and my mind had ne\u2019er thought<\/li>\n
  38. Nor dreamed the sight of beauty such would have been my lot.<\/li>\n
  39. But the richness of her hair was more than midnight in the woods,<\/li>\n
  40. And the eyes of her were deep with green yet mingled w\u2019 brown o\u2019 wood.<\/li>\n
  41. The voice I heard was sweet like heav\u2019n, and her song was more than birds<\/li>\n
  42. And the beauty of her entire soul was brighter than the earth.<\/li>\n
  43. It was not long b’fore I fell in love and my heart was full once more<\/li>\n
  44. With a joy that stretched throughout my soul and warmed my spirit\u2019s core.<\/li>\n
  45. She soothes my soul when it is troubled or filled with worldly cares,<\/li>\n
  46. And she calms my mind of busy days and all my stress she bears.<\/li>\n
  47. And now I know that it’s her love that will keep me warm forever,<\/li>\n
  48. And the time I\u2019ve wait\u2019d for her love will escape my mind in never.<\/li>\n<\/ol>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

    There was a time within my life whence I was but alone; Whence all the love giv\u2019n to me was ne\u2019er in my heart sown. My heart was open but ever empty, for love ne\u2019er knew me then, And might I try to op\u2019n it more I\u2019d never find a mend. For much a time […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"advanced_seo_description":"","jetpack_seo_html_title":"","jetpack_seo_noindex":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2},"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[45],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2931","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p4NkW7-Lh","jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":2929,"url":"https:\/\/siever.ca\/kim\/2011\/10\/09\/a-mountain-journey\/","url_meta":{"origin":2931,"position":0},"title":"A Mountain Journey","author":"Kim Siever","date":"9 October 2011","format":false,"excerpt":"A metal box encased by forest Held treasure deep inside. 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