{"id":23914,"date":"2016-08-13T20:23:41","date_gmt":"2016-08-14T00:23:41","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=23914"},"modified":"2016-08-13T20:23:41","modified_gmt":"2016-08-14T00:23:41","slug":"xii-god-said","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2016\/08\/xii-god-said\/","title":{"rendered":"XII.   God Said"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-24468\" src=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/PaperArtist_2014-10-25_21-44-54-225x300.jpeg\" alt=\"PaperArtist_2014-10-25_21-44-54\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/PaperArtist_2014-10-25_21-44-54-225x300.jpeg 225w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/PaperArtist_2014-10-25_21-44-54-768x1024.jpeg 768w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/PaperArtist_2014-10-25_21-44-54.jpeg 1944w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 225px) 100vw, 225px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>God said<br \/>\nI&#8217;m sending you on<br \/>\na lonely mission<br \/>\nthis time.<br \/>\nIt&#8217;s gonna be scary,<br \/>\nyou might well feel lost,<br \/>\nbut here:<br \/>\nand He handed me a guitar.<\/p>\n<p>I might have liked a gun better,<br \/>\nor a peaceful sleep,<br \/>\nbut nope.<br \/>\nHe gave me a guitar.<\/p>\n<p>So I learned to play it,<br \/>\nand it became my voice.<br \/>\nI hid behind it, I hid in front of it,<br \/>\nI scared men off with it,<br \/>\nbut mostly I loved it.<\/p>\n<p>So, thanks, God.<br \/>\nWhen the bus rolls through<br \/>\nthe Pearly Gates,<br \/>\nI&#8217;ll play the song<br \/>\nI wrote for you.<br \/>\nI hope you like it,<br \/>\nand I hope you sing along.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Art: Nashville, Tennessee, 2015 by Virginia Galfo<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; God said I&#8217;m sending you on a lonely mission this time. It&#8217;s gonna be scary, you might well feel lost, but here: and He handed me a guitar. I might have liked a gun better, or a peaceful sleep, but nope. He gave me&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":708,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-23914","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/23914","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\/708"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=23914"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/23914\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":24563,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/23914\/revisions\/24563"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=23914"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=23914"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=23914"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}