{"id":136,"date":"2007-09-13T16:25:33","date_gmt":"2007-09-13T23:25:33","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/?p=136"},"modified":"2007-09-13T16:28:12","modified_gmt":"2007-09-13T23:28:12","slug":"136","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/index.php\/2007\/09\/136\/","title":{"rendered":""},"content":{"rendered":"<p align=\"center\">&#8220;<strong>We Live a Time<\/strong>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p align=\"center\">We live a time secure;<\/p>\n<p align=\"center\">beloved and loving, sure<\/p>\n<p align=\"center\">it cannot last for long, then<\/p>\n<p align=\"center\">the good-byes come<\/p>\n<p align=\"center\">again &#8211; again<\/p>\n<p align=\"center\">like a small death,<\/p>\n<p align=\"center\">the closing of a door.<\/p>\n<p align=\"center\">One learns to live with pain.<\/p>\n<p align=\"center\">One looks ahead, not back<\/p>\n<p align=\"center\">never back, only before.<\/p>\n<p align=\"center\">And joy will come again<\/p>\n<p align=\"center\">warm and secure,<\/p>\n<p align=\"center\">if only for the now, laughing,<\/p>\n<p align=\"center\">we endure.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p align=\"center\">~Ruth Bell Graham<\/p>\n<p align=\"center\">http:\/\/www.billygraham.org\/RBG_TimeToAdore.asp<\/p>\n<p align=\"center\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p align=\"center\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p align=\"left\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p align=\"left\">My dearest friends Katy and Sarah both moved out of state this summer.<\/p>\n<p align=\"left\">They were among my first friends out here in California where I have made a life with my Peter.  I was in Katy&#8217;s wedding, Sarah drove up to spend the evening with me at least once a week for two years, and they were both at my Ian&#8217;s birth. They will have part of my heart for the rest of my life, no matter how much or little we keep in touch.<\/p>\n<p align=\"left\"><img src=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_5047ps-blog.JPG\" alt=\"dsc_5047ps-blog.JPG\" \/><\/p>\n<p align=\"left\"><img src=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_5051ps-blog.JPG\" alt=\"dsc_5051ps-blog.JPG\" \/><\/p>\n<p align=\"left\">I thank the Lord for the time he gave us together and pray He will allow us to hold each other close many more times in this life!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&#8220;We Live a Time&#8220; We live a time secure; beloved and loving, sure it cannot last for long, then the good-byes come again &#8211; again like a small death, the closing of a door. One learns to live with pain. One looks ahead, not back never back, only before. And joy will come again warm [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/136"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=136"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/136\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=136"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=136"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=136"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}