{"id":3240,"date":"2018-01-15T15:56:40","date_gmt":"2018-01-15T22:56:40","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/siever.ca\/kim\/?p=3240"},"modified":"2018-06-19T06:35:59","modified_gmt":"2018-06-19T12:35:59","slug":"hear-my-voice","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/siever.ca\/kim\/2018\/01\/15\/hear-my-voice\/","title":{"rendered":"Hear My Voice"},"content":{"rendered":"<ol class=\"poem\">\n<li>Queen of Heaven, hear my voice.<\/li>\n<li>Purge my ears of all this noise.<\/li>\n<li>Hear the words rise from my mouth.<\/li>\n<li>Grant relief to quench this drought.<\/li>\n<li>God of Sarah, fill my soul.<\/li>\n<li>Send your breath to patch this hole.<\/li>\n<li>Cleanse my lips with glowing coal<\/li>\n<li>Of the truths whitewashed I\u2019ve told.<\/li>\n<li>God of \u2019Becca, burn my eyes<\/li>\n<li>Of the pictures stored inside,<\/li>\n<li>Of deception and the lies,<\/li>\n<li>Of the promised fading prize.<\/li>\n<li>God of Rachel, \u2019midst this doubt,<\/li>\n<li>Plant a seed, that it may sprout;<\/li>\n<li>With your grove, my forehead moist,<\/li>\n<li>Help your servant in my choice.<\/li>\n<\/ol>\n<h2>Listen<\/h2>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/w.soundcloud.com\/player\/?url=https%3A\/\/api.soundcloud.com\/tracks\/384649886&amp;color=%23ff5500&amp;auto_play=false&amp;hide_related=false&amp;show_comments=true&amp;show_user=true&amp;show_reposts=false&amp;show_teaser=true&amp;visual=true\" width=\"100%\" height=\"300\" frameborder=\"no\" scrolling=\"no\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<h2>Shownotes<\/h2>\n<ul>\n<li><a href=\"https:\/\/www.athoughtfulfaith.org\/mothers-milk-poems-in-church-of-heavenly-mother-rachel-hunt-steenblik\/\">Mother\u2019s Milk: Poems in Search of Heavenly Mother<\/a> (<em>A Thoughtful Faith<\/em>)<\/li>\n<li><a href=\"http:\/\/siever.ca\/kim\/2017\/07\/30\/four-births\/\">Four Births<\/a><\/li>\n<\/ul>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Queen of Heaven, hear my voice. Purge my ears of all this noise. Hear the words rise from my mouth. Grant relief to quench this drought. God of Sarah, fill my soul. Send your breath to patch this hole. Cleanse my lips with glowing coal Of the truths whitewashed I\u2019ve told. God of \u2019Becca, burn [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":3241,"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_feature_clip_id":0,"_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":[49],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3240","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-heavenly-mother"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/siever.ca\/kim\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/5\/2018\/01\/people-2597796_1920.jpg?fit=1920%2C1281&ssl=1","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p4NkW7-Qg","jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":3030,"url":"https:\/\/siever.ca\/kim\/2017\/01\/16\/the-god-machine\/","url_meta":{"origin":3240,"position":0},"title":"The God Machine","author":"Kim Siever","date":"16 January 2017","format":false,"excerpt":"I came across a snack machine, or so I thought it was. 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