What small provision can I make you?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Can I tell you I once believed God a being?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Some vast and eternal lover of men and despiser of women?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I kept the second idea deep within me and watched men from a distance.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I feel no tenderness even when I stumble upon the sign of peace<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Within the Mass.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I see only a duty to acknowledge that sweetness exists<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But not for this life.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The demons have been cast out of me numerous times, traveling the sands of hell.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
When they\u2019ve had enough, they return and give me the same.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The issue with me is want which turns into pain and I\u2019m tired.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Yes, of causing pain no matter how often I try to talk only of the peace of rain<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The cold of early spring, the heated colors of autumn, and<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The ice formations along Superior\u2019s shore.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Why can\u2019t you love words, argue poetry, start with an event, move to place and<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Grasp understanding? The concept is not mine but that of medieval poetry<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And courtly love which hides the attraction to edify the world and respect privacy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
One more time, one last time, come with me to see the ghosts of Huron, <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Weep over the wrecks, feel the labor of silent men and women in a world<\/p>\n\n\n\n
That doesn\u2019t pretend to know, yet strives to understand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I don\u2019t know what else to do but gaze at stars, talk to God Who bewilders me<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Yet woos me knowing I am still fighting isolation,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
That hell will soon pass.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
One more time, one last time, come with me to see the ghosts of Huron, <\/p>\n
The long boat\u2019s crack and wreck feel the labor of silent men and women in a world<\/p>\n
That doesn\u2019t pretend to know or understand.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"nf_dc_page":"","_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[11,22,34,25],"class_list":["post-99","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry","tag-amwriting","tag-poetry","tag-sundayread","tag-great-lakes"],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"amp_enabled":true,"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/lydiaink.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/99","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/lydiaink.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/lydiaink.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lydiaink.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lydiaink.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=99"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/lydiaink.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/99\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1892,"href":"https:\/\/lydiaink.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/99\/revisions\/1892"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/lydiaink.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=99"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lydiaink.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=99"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lydiaink.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=99"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}