{"id":3003,"date":"2016-12-04T15:04:55","date_gmt":"2016-12-04T15:04:55","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/siever.ca\/kim\/?p=3003"},"modified":"2017-08-01T21:34:50","modified_gmt":"2017-08-01T21:34:50","slug":"lost","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/siever.ca\/kim\/2016\/12\/04\/lost\/","title":{"rendered":"Lost"},"content":{"rendered":"
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  1. A heart once pumped so strong and sure, a rich and fiery red<\/li>\n
  2. That reached the toes and fingertips now weak and nearly dead.<\/li>\n
  3. It urged and coaxed and pressed \u2014 inspired \u2014 to battle scary things.<\/li>\n
  4. This faith is but a trickle now, its strength an echoed ring.<\/li>\n
  5. Where is that strength? Where did it go? Where can it now be found?<\/li>\n
  6. In plates of gold it is not hid. Nor quiet prayer profound.<\/li>\n
  7. Not buried deep in mountain halls, nor under wooden pews;<\/li>\n
  8. Not seen in tokens, skins, nor signs, nor in prophetic muse.<\/li>\n
  9. A voice rang out in yesteryear, so piercing, loud, and firm:<\/li>\n
  10. Defend and preach and testify, rejoice and teach and learn.<\/li>\n
  11. It’s just a quiet whisper now, a scant sound off the tongue.<\/li>\n
  12. Few hopeful\u00a0words fall from the lips, no warming songs are sung<\/li>\n
  13. Where is that voice? Where did it go? Where can it now be found?<\/li>\n
  14. Not in the notes upon the page, nor in familiar sounds.<\/li>\n
  15. Not in the mirrored words \u201cI know\u201d, nor parroted amens.<\/li>\n
  16. Not in the furnace nor the soap, nor pearl or precious gem.<\/li>\n<\/ol>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

    A heart once pumped so strong and sure, a rich and fiery red That reached the toes and fingertips now weak and nearly dead. It urged and coaxed and pressed \u2014 inspired \u2014 to battle scary things. This faith is but a trickle now, its strength an echoed ring. Where is that strength? Where did […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":3004,"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-3003","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\/child-1677546_1920.jpg?fit=1200%2C792&ssl=1","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/s4NkW7-lost","jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":3272,"url":"https:\/\/siever.ca\/kim\/2018\/02\/05\/ashes-to-ashes\/","url_meta":{"origin":3003,"position":0},"title":"Ashes to Ashes","author":"Kim Siever","date":"5 February 2018","format":false,"excerpt":"Thrown into the fire, and what remained was charred. 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