{"id":2957,"date":"2016-11-08T17:05:42","date_gmt":"2016-11-08T17:05:42","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/siever.ca\/kim\/?p=2957"},"modified":"2017-08-07T20:38:44","modified_gmt":"2017-08-07T20:38:44","slug":"beckoning","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/siever.ca\/kim\/2016\/11\/08\/beckoning\/","title":{"rendered":"Beckoning"},"content":{"rendered":"
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  1. Extinguished fire, now cold and dark, that blazed once bright and sure,<\/li>\n
  2. That warmed my self, my heart, my soul and made my spirit pure,<\/li>\n
  3. I watched you die as rain poured down and choked your fighting flames.<\/li>\n
  4. I frantically worked day and night to save you; \u2019twas in vain.<\/li>\n
  5. I tried to feed you splintered wood from off my broken shelf,<\/li>\n
  6. But you returned just smoke to me\u2014no heat, no light,\u00a0no health.<\/li>\n
  7. I sat there staring at the ash for days and weeks and months,<\/li>\n
  8. Waiting, hoping, wishing, too,\u00a0that flames to me would come.<\/li>\n
  9. But nothing came. \u2019Twas all in vain. My efforts fruitless now.<\/li>\n
  10. I needed faith, and courage, too, to stand and leave somehow.<\/li>\n
  11. And so I planted feet down firm, clung to the frigid hearth,<\/li>\n
  12. Stood up, breathed\u00a0deep, hung down my head, and stepped with heavy heart.<\/li>\n
  13. But then, just then, something had gleamed deep in the snowy ash:<\/li>\n
  14. An ember, lone and minuscule, beckoned\u00a0to\u00a0me, \u201cCome back\u201d.<\/li>\n
  15. A spark exists! A hope of flame, something there inside,<\/li>\n
  16. But still no fuel, and rain still\u00a0falls. All I can do is sigh.<\/li>\n<\/ol>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

    Extinguished fire, now cold and dark, that blazed once bright and sure, That warmed my self, my heart, my soul and made my spirit pure, I watched you die as rain poured down and choked your fighting flames. I frantically worked day and night to save you; \u2019twas in vain. I tried to feed you […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":2958,"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":[46],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2957","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-faith-crisis-poetry"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/siever.ca\/kim\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/5\/2017\/08\/fire-1769376_1920.jpg?fit=1200%2C803&ssl=1","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p4NkW7-LH","jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":3009,"url":"https:\/\/siever.ca\/kim\/2017\/01\/05\/numb\/","url_meta":{"origin":2957,"position":0},"title":"Numb","author":"Kim Siever","date":"5 January 2017","format":false,"excerpt":"My shuffled gait, my outstretched arms, I wander, search for brains; Perhaps a heart, or maybe faith, an answer to obtain. 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