{"id":2978,"date":"2016-12-18T16:19:48","date_gmt":"2016-12-18T16:19:48","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/siever.ca\/kim\/?p=2978"},"modified":"2017-08-01T21:22:56","modified_gmt":"2017-08-01T21:22:56","slug":"deep-down-inside","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/siever.ca\/kim\/2016\/12\/18\/deep-down-inside\/","title":{"rendered":"Deep Down Inside"},"content":{"rendered":"
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  1. I knew a man from years ago:<\/li>\n
  2. His heart was strong, his tongue \u201cI know\u201d.<\/li>\n
  3. He carried in his pocket close<\/li>\n
  4. A compass sure, exactness chose.<\/li>\n
  5. He painted art correct and right<\/li>\n
  6. Of brightest day and darkest night.<\/li>\n
  7. His path was set, the ladder climbed,<\/li>\n
  8. The pilot lit, the pump was primed.<\/li>\n
  9. But then he said goodbye one day<\/li>\n
  10. Had packed his bags and gone away.<\/li>\n
  11. I stood upon the steady beach<\/li>\n
  12. And watched his ship sail out of reach<\/li>\n
  13. The inches small turned into miles<\/li>\n
  14. As he went on to unseen isles.<\/li>\n
  15. As time went on, I lost this man;<\/li>\n
  16. We drew apart, as strangers can.<\/li>\n
  17. But on occasion, I have thought<\/li>\n
  18. Of what he\u2019d done and what he\u2019d not.<\/li>\n
  19. On where he is and what he does,<\/li>\n
  20. For old times sake and just because.<\/li>\n
  21. Does he still live deep down inside<\/li>\n
  22. Beneath the years of pain and pride?<\/li>\n
  23. Is he the one who tugs my heart<\/li>\n
  24. Who cleans my wounds and soothes my scars?<\/li>\n<\/ol>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

    I knew a man from years ago: His heart was strong, his tongue \u201cI know\u201d. He carried in his pocket close A compass sure, exactness chose. He painted art correct and right Of brightest day and darkest night. His path was set, the ladder climbed, The pilot lit, the pump was primed. But then he […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":2979,"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-2978","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\/img_3096.jpg?fit=1280%2C810&ssl=1","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p4NkW7-M2","jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":3085,"url":"https:\/\/siever.ca\/kim\/2011\/10\/09\/the-wise-man\/","url_meta":{"origin":2978,"position":0},"title":"The Wise Man","author":"Kim Siever","date":"9 October 2011","format":false,"excerpt":"I threw away my fish one day, And walked behind a man. 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