{"id":1614,"date":"2014-06-22T01:20:00","date_gmt":"2014-06-22T01:20:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/oderickson.com\/ode\/?p=1614"},"modified":"2015-05-16T23:40:58","modified_gmt":"2015-05-16T23:40:58","slug":"the-lazy-leopards","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/oderickson.com\/ode\/the-lazy-leopards\/","title":{"rendered":"The Lazy Leopards"},"content":{"rendered":"<audio class=\"wp-audio-shortcode\" id=\"audio-1614-1\" preload=\"none\" style=\"width: 100%;\" controls=\"controls\"><source type=\"audio\/mpeg\" src=\"https:\/\/oderickson.com\/ode\/wp-content\/audio\/TheLazyLeopardsVx3.mp3?_=1\" \/><a href=\"https:\/\/oderickson.com\/ode\/wp-content\/audio\/TheLazyLeopardsVx3.mp3\">https:\/\/oderickson.com\/ode\/wp-content\/audio\/TheLazyLeopardsVx3.mp3<\/a><\/audio>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>In the end it was like that,<br \/>\nall the things they said it would not be.<br \/>\nThe people carefully cupped their hands over their eyes.<br \/>\nWhat was I to do?<br \/>\nStand still?<br \/>\nO God\u2014give strength to infirmity,<br \/>\na voice like the void<br \/>\nout of no matter<br \/>\nno heart<br \/>\nand realization of firmer things.<br \/>\nNot death, the hardy recoverer,<br \/>\nbut God, life under the grapevine.<br \/>\nI have walked so far,<br \/>\nhills into mountains,<br \/>\nmountains fallen flat like deserts<br \/>\non their hands bruised with stones.<br \/>\nLife is like that, they say.<br \/>\nThey!<br \/>\nThe preachers of Christianity<br \/>\npray!<br \/>\nGod, you don\u2019t want prayer\u2014<br \/>\nno more than I want someone to beg from me.<br \/>\nLet them come and ask me.<br \/>\nO Jesus, your feet are in flame.<br \/>\nAll this I realize.<br \/>\nEven the backward beginnings,<br \/>\nand the holes in our hearts,<br \/>\nand death with lead in it.<br \/>\nAh, there is a hill,<br \/>\ncovered with trees,<br \/>\nbut the lazy leopards are in the fields.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>https:\/\/oderickson.com\/ode\/wp-content\/audio\/TheLazyLeopardsVx3.mp3 &nbsp; In the end it was like that, all the things they said it would not be. The people carefully cupped their hands over their eyes. What was I to do? Stand still? O God\u2014give strength to infirmity, a voice like the void out of no matter no heart and realization of firmer things. [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":"","_links_to":"","_links_to_target":""},"categories":[9],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1614","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poemsofbecoming"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/oderickson.com\/ode\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1614","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/oderickson.com\/ode\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/oderickson.com\/ode\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/oderickson.com\/ode\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/5"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/oderickson.com\/ode\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1614"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/oderickson.com\/ode\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1614\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1716,"href":"https:\/\/oderickson.com\/ode\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1614\/revisions\/1716"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/oderickson.com\/ode\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1614"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/oderickson.com\/ode\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1614"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/oderickson.com\/ode\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1614"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}