{"id":10162,"date":"2014-09-01T01:10:57","date_gmt":"2014-09-01T06:10:57","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/paganpages.org\/content\/?p=10523"},"modified":"2014-08-30T18:41:05","modified_gmt":"2014-08-30T23:41:05","slug":"from-the-muse","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/2014\/09\/01\/from-the-muse\/","title":{"rendered":"From The Muse"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/08\/lord-of-the-wood.jpg\"><img fetchpriority=\"high\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft size-full wp-image-10524\" src=\"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/08\/lord-of-the-wood.jpg\" alt=\"lord of the wood\" width=\"733\" height=\"488\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><strong>Lord Of The Woodlands<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Dawn brings a cold grey light beneath a moody sky<br \/>\nthat does not seem to greet the day with joy.<br \/>\nA sleepless night is followed by a solitary walk.<br \/>\nI long for peace,- but expectations are not high.<br \/>\nThe glistening grass has soaked my feet,<br \/>\nand chilled me to the bone.<br \/>\nI curse myself for such a choice of routes,<br \/>\nbut still I&#8217;m grateful for this time alone.<\/p>\n<p>The woodlands beckon me with sheltered paths<br \/>\nbeneath it&#8217;s softly sighing trees.<br \/>\nPerhaps in such a sheltered grove<br \/>\nMy aching mind may find some ease.<br \/>\nSo I wandered in that twilight world<br \/>\nthat held the dawn at bay,<br \/>\nbeneath its gently waving arch of green<br \/>\nthat kept the world away.<\/p>\n<p>The woodlands watched me as I walked,<br \/>\nThough lost in morbid thought,-<br \/>\nit&#8217;s little voices whispered gently in my ear.<br \/>\nInviting me to share the home they loved so dear.<br \/>\nSlowly, carefully I walked,<br \/>\nin case I should disturb the woodland creatures at their play.<br \/>\nWatchfully, I carried on, fearful to arouse the beings<br \/>\nwho live within the pause between the night and day.<\/p>\n<p>But there He stood, despite my care.<br \/>\nWreathed in mist, the sparrows nesting in His hair.<br \/>\nAs He walked, the flowers bloomed beneath his hooves,<br \/>\nand though I wished to run away I could not move.<br \/>\nEye to eye, I thought that I would die from fear.<br \/>\nBut as I held His gaze, I felt my misery dissolve.<br \/>\nEmotion flooded through me, then they washed away as tears.<br \/>\nFor only goodness flowed from Him,<br \/>\nand if He wills it,<br \/>\nI will walk with Him for all my Years.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Artwork By:<\/strong> Bill Oliver\/Boyso Blue arts<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Lord Of The Woodlands Dawn brings a cold grey light beneath a moody sky that does not seem to greet the day with joy. A sleepless night is followed by a solitary walk. I long for peace,- but expectations are not high. The glistening grass has soaked my feet, and chilled me to the bone. I curse myself for such a choice of routes, but still I&#8217;m grateful for this time alone. The woodlands beckon me with sheltered paths beneath it&#8217;s softly sighing trees. Perhaps in such a sheltered grove My aching mind may find some ease. So I wandered in that twilight world that held the dawn at bay, beneath its gently waving arch of green that kept the world away. The woodlands watched me as I walked, Though lost in morbid thought,- it&#8217;s little voices whispered gently in my ear. Inviting me to share the home they loved so dear. Slowly, carefully I walked, in case I should disturb the woodland creatures at their play. Watchfully, I carried on, fearful to arouse the beings who live within the pause between the night and day. But there He stood, despite my care. Wreathed in mist, the sparrows nesting in His hair. As He walked, the flowers bloomed beneath his hooves, and though I wished to run away I could not move. Eye to eye, I thought that I would die from fear. But as I held His gaze, I felt my misery dissolve. Emotion flooded through me, then they washed away as tears. For only goodness flowed from Him, and if He wills it, I will walk with Him for all my Years. &nbsp; Artwork By: Bill Oliver\/Boyso Blue arts<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":220,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"iawp_total_views":1,"footnotes":""},"categories":[],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-10162","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10162","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/220"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=10162"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10162\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":9826,"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10162\/revisions\/9826"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=10162"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=10162"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=10162"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}