{"id":94162,"date":"2017-06-19T12:00:20","date_gmt":"2017-06-19T11:00:20","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/?p=94162"},"modified":"2017-06-18T17:03:12","modified_gmt":"2017-06-18T16:03:12","slug":"this-greater-song","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/2017\/06\/this-greater-song\/","title":{"rendered":"This Greater Song"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>The trail gives way, the hills decline<br \/>\nAnd everything around me mine<br \/>\nUnder the risen star &#8211;<br \/>\nThere&#8217;s no distinguishing despair,<br \/>\nNo measuring of foul or fair,<br \/>\nAll&#8217;s one in such a final air<br \/>\nAnd nothing near or far<\/p>\n<p>To think of promises unborn,<br \/>\nImagined touches laced with scorn<br \/>\nMakes breath a greater waste &#8211;<br \/>\nI&#8217;d rather dream of joys achieved<br \/>\nAnd kisses rich because believed<br \/>\nAnd blessings holier received<br \/>\nWith every sharper taste<\/p>\n<p>Brisk is the night and cold the day<br \/>\nAhead may be, but warm the play<br \/>\nOf light and love and dark &#8211;<br \/>\nSo as I rest this greater song<br \/>\nSuffices to make right all wrong<br \/>\nAnd show that you and I belong<br \/>\nFor every star-like spark<br \/>\n________________________________________________<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/02\/EmanuelGarcia-e1491387330190.jpg\" ><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-full wp-image-87560 alignleft\" src=\"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/02\/EmanuelGarcia-e1491387330190.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"80\" height=\"121\" \/><\/a><em>Dr. Emanuel E. Garcia <\/em><em>is a member of the <\/em><em><a href=\"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/\" >TRANSCEND Network for Peace, Development and Environment<\/a>,<\/em><em> an American poet, novelist and physician who now resides in New Zealand. He may be contacted at <\/em><a href=\"mailto:emanuelegarcia@gmail.com\"><em>emanuelegarcia@gmail.com<\/em><\/a><em>.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The trail gives way, the hills decline<br \/>\nAnd everything around me mine<br \/>\nUnder the risen star &#8211;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[182],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-94162","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry-format"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/94162","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=94162"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/94162\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=94162"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=94162"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=94162"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}