{"id":3085,"date":"2011-10-09T23:01:36","date_gmt":"2011-10-09T23:01:36","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/siever.ca\/kim\/?p=3085"},"modified":"2017-08-01T22:34:28","modified_gmt":"2017-08-01T22:34:28","slug":"the-wise-man","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/siever.ca\/kim\/2011\/10\/09\/the-wise-man\/","title":{"rendered":"The Wise Man"},"content":{"rendered":"
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  1. I threw away my fish one day,<\/li>\n
  2. And walked behind a man.<\/li>\n
  3. His steps were clear and deep and sure<\/li>\n
  4. Upon the burning sand.<\/li>\n
  5. He walked right by, spoke scant a word,<\/li>\n
  6. But drew me still somehow.<\/li>\n
  7. I followed close behind the man<\/li>\n
  8. As wonder would allow.<\/li>\n
  9. It wasn\u2019t long before I saw<\/li>\n
  10. The depth and breadth inside<\/li>\n
  11. This man who took his steady hand<\/li>\n
  12. And touched another\u2019s eyes.<\/li>\n
  13. Then turned a bit and cupped an ear<\/li>\n
  14. And turned and felt a tongue.<\/li>\n
  15. Then turned once more with outstretched hand<\/li>\n
  16. And lifted up someone.<\/li>\n
  17. My eyes were wide, my jaw was dropped<\/li>\n
  18. As I could not believe<\/li>\n
  19. The things I saw with my own eyes<\/li>\n
  20. That this man could achieve.<\/li>\n
  21. And further on he walked again,<\/li>\n
  22. Speaking as he went.<\/li>\n
  23. And one by one, the people came<\/li>\n
  24. With sleeping roll and tent.<\/li>\n
  25. It was me who was with he<\/li>\n
  26. The night I nearly drowned.<\/li>\n
  27. It was I to whom he cried<\/li>\n
  28. To make his children found.<\/li>\n
  29. I was there when angels came<\/li>\n
  30. And covered him in light.<\/li>\n
  31. I was there in that girl\u2019s house<\/li>\n
  32. When her dawn stopped her night.<\/li>\n
  33. I felt his hand upon my head,<\/li>\n
  34. His hair around my feet.<\/li>\n
  35. I felt the angels pry the locks.<\/li>\n
  36. I was almost complete.<\/li>\n
  37. I was there when he had prayed<\/li>\n
  38. And closed my eyes to sleep.<\/li>\n
  39. I was there behind the woods<\/li>\n
  40. While they walked that street.<\/li>\n
  41. Even then I did not know<\/li>\n
  42. All that he had told.<\/li>\n
  43. Some things strange and not quite clear,<\/li>\n
  44. My mind could not enfold.<\/li>\n
  45. Yet then I heard the rooster crow,<\/li>\n
  46. And then again twice more.<\/li>\n
  47. It was then I realised that<\/li>\n
  48. There was so much more.<\/li>\n
  49. And though my will was quick to go<\/li>\n
  50. My flesh stayed still behind.<\/li>\n
  51. I took some time and found my fish<\/li>\n
  52. And thought some things behind.<\/li>\n
  53. My life had changed these last few years<\/li>\n
  54. I was not quite the same.<\/li>\n
  55. And there he was, the man I loved,<\/li>\n
  56. Calling me by name.<\/li>\n
  57. Days went by, and soon I came<\/li>\n
  58. Upon the temple gates,<\/li>\n
  59. And looked upon a beggar there<\/li>\n
  60. And saw his lonely state.<\/li>\n
  61. \u201cLook on us,\u201d I called to him<\/li>\n
  62. And so he cast his eyes.<\/li>\n
  63. \u201cWe have no coins, but this we have:<\/li>\n
  64. In Jesus\u2019 name, arise.\u201d<\/li>\n
  65. And as I took him by the arm<\/li>\n
  66. And lifted him to stand.<\/li>\n
  67. I felt the spirit pierce my heart<\/li>\n
  68. And power leave my hand.<\/li>\n
  69. He stood steadfast, with solid feet,<\/li>\n
  70. And then I felt anew.<\/li>\n
  71. For now my faith was full, a stone,<\/li>\n
  72. And now it all I knew.<\/li>\n<\/ol>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

    I threw away my fish one day, And walked behind a man. His steps were clear and deep and sure Upon the burning sand. He walked right by, spoke scant a word, But drew me still somehow. I followed close behind the man As wonder would allow. It wasn\u2019t long before I saw The depth […]<\/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-3085","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-NL","jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":2941,"url":"https:\/\/siever.ca\/kim\/2011\/10\/09\/do-it-unto-the-least-of-these\/","url_meta":{"origin":3085,"position":0},"title":"Do It Unto the Least of These","author":"Kim Siever","date":"9 October 2011","format":false,"excerpt":"He clasped the coal, still glowing red, from off his wooden floor And placed it back within the flame. 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