{"id":1239,"date":"2014-08-23T09:27:32","date_gmt":"2014-08-23T13:27:32","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=1239"},"modified":"2014-08-25T03:52:01","modified_gmt":"2014-08-25T07:52:01","slug":"morning-has-broken","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2014\/08\/morning-has-broken\/","title":{"rendered":"Morning has Broken"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"margin: 0cm 0cm 8pt\"><span style=\"color: #000000;font-family: Calibri;font-size: medium\">Morning has broken.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin: 0cm 0cm 8pt\"><span style=\"color: #000000;font-family: Calibri;font-size: medium\">School, rustling knees about the parquet floor,<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin: 0cm 0cm 8pt\"><span style=\"color: #000000;font-family: Calibri;font-size: medium\">Scabs and mud and the rub of patent shoes. <\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin: 0cm 0cm 8pt\"><span style=\"color: #000000;font-family: Calibri;font-size: medium\">Togetherness- all gathered as one before the time we begun to question the world.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin: 0cm 0cm 8pt\"><span style=\"color: #000000;font-family: Calibri;font-size: medium\">The headmaster, with Welsh melodic tones, takes to the podium,<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin: 0cm 0cm 8pt\"><span style=\"color: #000000;font-family: Calibri;font-size: medium\">like others I\u2019ve seen, in church.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin: 0cm 0cm 8pt\"><span style=\"color: #000000;font-family: Calibri;font-size: medium\">A place I only frequent for weddings and christenings- no funerals yet.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin: 0cm 0cm 8pt\"><span style=\"color: #000000;font-family: Calibri;font-size: medium\">He rests his foot on the wooden plinth and rocks, cradling the bookrest as he speaks.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin: 0cm 0cm 8pt\"><span style=\"color: #000000;font-family: Calibri;font-size: medium\">He is ardent about his theme, an ardour I\u2019ll remember all the days of my life.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin: 0cm 0cm 8pt\"><span style=\"color: #000000;font-family: Calibri;font-size: medium\">Singing: all together. Loud: not sure if anyone can hear me- not sure<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin: 0cm 0cm 8pt\"><span style=\"color: #000000;font-family: Calibri;font-size: medium\">If it is my own voice or the multitudes of others.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin: 0cm 0cm 8pt\"><span style=\"color: #000000;font-family: Calibri;font-size: medium\">I did not grow to be a Christian, but what I feel when I hear that piano intro<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin: 0cm 0cm 8pt\"><span style=\"color: #000000;font-family: Calibri;font-size: medium\">Must be at least akin to those of a believer<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin: 0cm 0cm 8pt\"><span style=\"color: #000000;font-family: Calibri;font-size: medium\">Standing anew every morning beneath the stained-glass window.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Morning has broken. School, rustling knees about the parquet floor, Scabs and mud and the rub of patent shoes. Togetherness- all gathered as one before the time we begun to question the world. The headmaster, with Welsh melodic tones, takes to the podium, like others&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":43,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1239","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1239","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/43"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1239"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1239\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4727,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1239\/revisions\/4727"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1239"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1239"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1239"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}