{"id":971,"date":"1988-08-16T00:03:46","date_gmt":"1988-08-16T07:03:46","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/sm.amigotico.com\/poetryblog\/?p=971"},"modified":"2012-03-02T00:05:23","modified_gmt":"2012-03-02T08:05:23","slug":"lifted","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/1988\/08\/16\/lifted\/","title":{"rendered":"Lifted"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>As a sun&#8217;s light first appears,<br \/>\nThrough the grey of night&#8217;s quiescence<br \/>\nAnd whatever fleecy clouds there are<br \/>\nBurst forth in luminescence;<\/p>\n<p>And the morn&#8217;s own colored rainbow<br \/>\nGoes from Grey to Gold to Blue<br \/>\nBefore these, the earthly eyes of man<br \/>\nAs the skies do change their hue.<\/p>\n<p>Lit buy a new light&#8217;s radiance<br \/>\nA new wonderous day unfurls,<br \/>\nArousing dream-ridden sleepy heads<br \/>\nFrom their safe little dream worlds.<\/p>\n<p>There is a morning feeling<br \/>\nWhen in morning skies we&#8217;re lifted<br \/>\nTo where we&#8217;ve looked out far and wide<br \/>\nAcross the earth with which we&#8217;re gifted.<\/p>\n<p>Always it should be morning<br \/>\nNo matter what time of day,<br \/>\nOr what of life&#8217;s repercussions<br \/>\nThat morning feeling should stay.<\/p>\n<p>Always it is the morning,<br \/>\nSomewhere on this spinning globe,<br \/>\nSo always should the morning feeling<br \/>\nFill our days with hope.<\/p>\n<p>There is a morning feeling<br \/>\nWhen in morning skies we&#8217;re lifted &#8211;<br \/>\nA feeling of our satisfaction<br \/>\nWith the life with which we&#8217;re gifted.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>As a sun&#8217;s light first appears,<br \/> Through the grey of night&#8217;s quiescence<br \/> And whatever fleecy clouds there are<br \/> Burst forth in luminescence;<\/p>\n<p>And the morn&#8217;s own colored rainbow<br \/> Goes from Grey to Gold to Blue<br \/> Before these, the earthly eyes of man<br \/> As the skies do change their hue.<\/p>\n<p>Lit buy a new light&#8217;s [&#8230;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11,1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-971","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-introspection","category-poems"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/971","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=971"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/971\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":972,"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/971\/revisions\/972"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=971"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=971"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=971"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}