{"id":3027,"date":"2016-09-22T15:19:57","date_gmt":"2016-09-22T15:19:57","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/siever.ca\/kim\/?p=3027"},"modified":"2017-08-01T21:44:18","modified_gmt":"2017-08-01T21:44:18","slug":"the-dying-fire","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/siever.ca\/kim\/2016\/09\/22\/the-dying-fire\/","title":{"rendered":"The Dying Fire"},"content":{"rendered":"
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  1. Humming bees, singing birds, the sun high in the sky.<\/li>\n
  2. A burning fire, deep and old, within the heart did lie.<\/li>\n
  3. A sojourn in the desert land, maturing of a rose.<\/li>\n
  4. Returning home, out again, the grassland he had chose.<\/li>\n
  5. There he planted, firm and sure, growing as an oak.<\/li>\n
  6. Some bending here and swaying there, but not even once had broke.<\/li>\n
  7. Then to the mount to seek the light, one day he felt to try.<\/li>\n
  8. He made the climb, found the light, descended, said goodbye.<\/li>\n
  9. But then, a flash! He buckled down: smitten, beaten, sore.<\/li>\n
  10. He gasped for breath\u2014bruised, in pain\u2014and begged from on the floor.<\/li>\n
  11. No one came, no helping\u00a0hand\u2014just abandoned and alone.<\/li>\n
  12. And there he sat, for weeks and months, forgotten, as a stone.<\/li>\n
  13. No humming bees. No singing birds. No light to linger on.<\/li>\n
  14. Just fire, soap, chaff, and dross. The pearl, in darkness, gone.<\/li>\n<\/ol>\n

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    Humming bees, singing birds, the sun high in the sky. A burning fire, deep and old, within the heart did lie. A sojourn in the desert land, maturing of a rose. Returning home, out again, the grassland he had chose. There he planted, firm and sure, growing as an oak. Some bending here and swaying […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":3028,"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-3027","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\/embers-846853_1920.jpg?fit=1200%2C800&ssl=1","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p4NkW7-MP","jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":3033,"url":"https:\/\/siever.ca\/kim\/2017\/01\/12\/the-silence\/","url_meta":{"origin":3027,"position":0},"title":"The Silence","author":"Kim Siever","date":"12 January 2017","format":false,"excerpt":"I long for days of yesteryear, when angels walked the land. 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