{"id":43106,"date":"2017-08-06T08:39:34","date_gmt":"2017-08-06T12:39:34","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=43106"},"modified":"2017-08-06T08:39:34","modified_gmt":"2017-08-06T12:39:34","slug":"hour-20-8","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2017\/08\/hour-20-8\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour 20"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Peace settles early<\/p>\n<p>A true blanket which covers everything<\/p>\n<p>Even after vividly dreaming<\/p>\n<p>Why always the dreaming<\/p>\n<p>In color and with full body purpose<\/p>\n<p>My heart and my mind go to sleep from this place<\/p>\n<p>And I wake up in my dreams<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Crossing over in my waking life are their memories<\/p>\n<p>I have access to two different realities<\/p>\n<p>The same input data but a much different take<\/p>\n<p>On who and what my role is in this place<\/p>\n<p>A habit I imagine formed from childhood<\/p>\n<p>Funny how God shapes you<\/p>\n<p>Into something no one else can be<\/p>\n<p>Taking that which would have taken you out<\/p>\n<p>And turning it into the answer to &#8220;consecrate me&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>How, at so young<\/p>\n<p>Who gave me the desire for perfection<\/p>\n<p>Not the veneer<\/p>\n<p>The real desire to exist with the Holy<\/p>\n<p>I failed year after year after year<\/p>\n<p>And these memories, the waking life just twisted<\/p>\n<p>Is another pattern to follow<\/p>\n<p>Expressing hidden emotions<\/p>\n<p>And so, my subconscious forms new memories<\/p>\n<p>I have access to in my waking life<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>No where to run and no where to hide<\/p>\n<p>I feel all my filth<\/p>\n<p>And know I feel all my hope<\/p>\n<p>And I know I am not alone<\/p>\n<p>And I know peace settles early<\/p>\n<p>God is gracious<\/p>\n<p>And His mercies are new every morning<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Peace settles early A true blanket which covers everything Even after vividly dreaming Why always the dreaming In color and with full body purpose My heart and my mind go to sleep from this place And I wake up in my dreams &nbsp; Crossing over&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":934,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-43106","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/43106","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\/934"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=43106"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/43106\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":43137,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/43106\/revisions\/43137"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=43106"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=43106"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=43106"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}