{"id":24558,"date":"2016-08-13T20:57:20","date_gmt":"2016-08-14T00:57:20","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=24558"},"modified":"2016-08-13T20:57:20","modified_gmt":"2016-08-14T00:57:20","slug":"the-stoic-pelican","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2016\/08\/the-stoic-pelican\/","title":{"rendered":"The Stoic Pelican"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-24812\" src=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Pelican-pic-300x178.jpg\" alt=\"Pelican-pic\" width=\"300\" height=\"178\" srcset=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Pelican-pic-300x178.jpg 300w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Pelican-pic.jpg 500w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>Upon the placid, darkened lake<\/p>\n<p>and beneath the huge, bright moon<\/p>\n<p>there sat a stoic Pelican<\/p>\n<p>whose chicks would die too soon.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>They clamored in a panic<\/p>\n<p>for there was no food to spare.<\/p>\n<p>The Pelican&#8217;s wings were broken<\/p>\n<p>so the nest was bare.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Looking with pity at her brood<\/p>\n<p>she knew what must be done.<\/p>\n<p>Striking her breast, out poured blood<\/p>\n<p>upon each and every one.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>The chicks gobbled hungrily<\/p>\n<p>at this sacred food.<\/p>\n<p>And the Pelican, in her glory,<\/p>\n<p>smiled upon her brood.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>That&#8217;s the ancient legend<\/p>\n<p>which saints of old did tell<\/p>\n<p>to describe how God<\/p>\n<p>indeed feeds us just as well.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>He comes down from highest Heav&#8217;n<\/p>\n<p>to altars on the earth<\/p>\n<p>from which He pours forth Himself<\/p>\n<p>to nourish and give new birth.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>For, our hungry souls are fed<\/p>\n<p>like chicks in a nest<\/p>\n<p>And our Stoic Pelican<\/p>\n<p>provides Food Most Blessed.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Upon the placid, darkened lake and beneath the huge, bright moon there sat a stoic Pelican whose chicks would die too soon. &nbsp; They clamored in a panic for there was no food to spare. The Pelican&#8217;s wings were broken so the nest was bare&#8230;.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":814,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-24558","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/24558","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\/814"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=24558"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/24558\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":24911,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/24558\/revisions\/24911"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=24558"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=24558"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=24558"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}