{"id":92635,"date":"2021-06-26T15:00:01","date_gmt":"2021-06-26T19:00:01","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=92635"},"modified":"2021-06-26T15:00:01","modified_gmt":"2021-06-26T19:00:01","slug":"telling-me-what-you-think-of-walking-a-crampy-road","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2021\/06\/telling-me-what-you-think-of-walking-a-crampy-road\/","title":{"rendered":"Telling me what you think of Walking a Crampy Road"},"content":{"rendered":"<div dir=\"auto\">Telling me what you think of Walking a Cranny Roa<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\"><\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">You said it is sometimes the crawling of a snail<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">on the wall. Other times, it is a bird ceasing to fly<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">in the midst of thorns but footing along them.<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">See, we are close enough to fulfillment these days<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">than prophecy. I am not perfect _ what I called<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">a stone throw could have been christened Methuselah.<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">Like a harvested tuber, I&#8217;ve tried to wash sands<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">off my body for God to see my heart.<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">It is not overrighteousness to want God to see you.<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">Before now, in the small room grief shared with me,<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">I&#8217;ve called\u00a0 for a sign and got a miracle.<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">This is to say God doesn&#8217;t have to be a bird,<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">travel through thick clouds to settle me. My grief and anxiety.<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">I have lost much love loved ones than sweat.<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">Telling me about what you think of the crampy road<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">is enough to say you, like me, are anxious.<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">If there&#8217;s a thread-like road, I wouldn&#8217;t mind offering<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">my body to be stretched, the size of human hair.<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\"><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Telling me what you think of Walking a Cranny Roa You said it is sometimes the crawling of a snail on the wall. Other times, it is a bird ceasing to fly in the midst of thorns but footing along them. See, we are close&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1398,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-92635","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/92635","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\/1398"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=92635"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/92635\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":104404,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/92635\/revisions\/104404"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=92635"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=92635"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=92635"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}