{"id":412,"date":"2016-07-19T01:15:32","date_gmt":"2016-07-19T00:15:32","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/w7m.3ee.myftpupload.com\/?p=412"},"modified":"2016-07-18T16:52:22","modified_gmt":"2016-07-18T15:52:22","slug":"a-day","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/theodorewaterfield.com\/?p=412","title":{"rendered":"A Day"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Now I beseech you,<br \/>\nif you are starting your day,<br \/>\nforgive yourself,<br \/>\nlook in the mirror<br \/>\nand do not curse age,<br \/>\nor if young,<br \/>\nthe petals in your cheeks.<\/p>\n<p>Begin slowly<br \/>\nwithout a care.<br \/>\nSit on the edge of your bed<br \/>\nand give your dreams<br \/>\nto the room.<br \/>\nLet them be shadows<br \/>\nmelting in light,<br \/>\nand tell your heart,<br \/>\nI have this day<br \/>\ngiven to me from rest,<br \/>\nopen as a sky.<\/p>\n<p>I do not have to put<br \/>\nfear in it,<br \/>\nor sorrow,<br \/>\nor dwell on my pain.<br \/>\nSay a prayer to yourself,<br \/>\nI will not waste it,<br \/>\nit is a cup begging for wine,<br \/>\nthe taste of a kiss,<br \/>\nthe touch of my gentleness.<br \/>\nIt is open<br \/>\nto wherever I go.<\/p>\n<p>I can choose what I wish<br \/>\nfrom the secrets of my soul,<br \/>\nfor everything worth having<br \/>\nis free to my eyes,<br \/>\nmy touch,<br \/>\nthe breath of my lungs.<\/p>\n<p>I can choose to be<br \/>\nwhatever I want,<br \/>\nlover or friend,<br \/>\nwarrior of causes,<br \/>\na maker or giver,<br \/>\na child with games,<br \/>\nnothing is denied,<br \/>\npeace or despair,<br \/>\nsay whatever it is and it shall be,<br \/>\nthat is the faith of the day,<br \/>\ndelivered in hope,<br \/>\na gift to yourself,<br \/>\nif you wish to accept it.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Now I beseech you, if you are starting your day, forgive yourself, look in the mirror and do not curse age, or if young, the&#8230;<\/p>\n<div class=\"more-link-wrapper\"><a class=\"more-link\" href=\"https:\/\/theodorewaterfield.com\/?p=412\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\">A Day<\/span><\/a><\/div>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-412","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-index-of-all-poems","entry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/theodorewaterfield.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/412","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/theodorewaterfield.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/theodorewaterfield.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/theodorewaterfield.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/theodorewaterfield.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=412"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/theodorewaterfield.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/412\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4250,"href":"https:\/\/theodorewaterfield.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/412\/revisions\/4250"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/theodorewaterfield.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=412"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/theodorewaterfield.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=412"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/theodorewaterfield.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=412"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}