{"id":2176,"date":"2010-03-03T10:40:00","date_gmt":"2010-03-03T15:40:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.asc.wdtest.info\/en\/2010\/03\/03\/lament-before-easter-2\/"},"modified":"2010-03-03T10:40:00","modified_gmt":"2010-03-03T15:40:00","slug":"lament-before-easter-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/anthroposophy.ca\/en\/lament-before-easter-2\/","title":{"rendered":"LAMENT BEFORE EASTER"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&#8211; by Verena Hoffmann, Kingsburg, March 30, 2009 <\/p>\n<p>I did not know!<br \/>I cry,<br \/>How deep the misery would be \u2013<br \/>Yet I chose to come.<\/p>\n<p>All I saw<br \/>Was darkness;<br \/>Twisted bodies, distorted minds,<br \/>Lost souls crying for home.<\/p>\n<p>I did not know<br \/>How it would feel<br \/>To become one of them.<br \/>All I wanted was to heal.<br \/>To wake up each soul<br \/>To Light and Love<br \/>To make them whole.<\/p>\n<p>So I stood up,<br \/>There, high in the mountains,<br \/>The most beloved child<br \/>in the circle of wise old men.<br \/>I will bring them Love and Hope,<br \/>I said,<br \/>And joyfully I danced<br \/>down the slope.<\/p>\n<p>How could I know<br \/>What it would be<br \/>When plunged<br \/>Into human frailty?<\/p>\n<p>I did not question \u2013<br \/>nor did it matter,<br \/>yet I cry<br \/>when darkness creeps up high<br \/>and clouds my mind<br \/>in useless chatter,<br \/>and heaviness<br \/>engulfs mankind \u2013<br \/>and \u2013 that is I!<br \/>From faraway I hear:<br \/>Embrace it gently and bear<br \/>It up to Me.<\/p>\n<p>A lifetime spent<br \/>Wading through darkness \u2013<br \/>where is the end?<\/p>\n<p>Be quiet, child.<br \/>There are no answers,<br \/>There are no rules,<br \/>But this I say:<br \/>You will be there<br \/>At dawn<br \/>When<br \/>The stone is rolled away.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&#8211; by Verena Hoffmann, Kingsburg, March 30, 2009 I did not know!I cry,How deep the misery would be \u2013Yet I chose to come. All I sawWas darkness;Twisted bodies, distorted minds,Lost souls crying for home. I did not knowHow it would feelTo become one of them.All&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":6,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"inline_featured_image":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2176","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-members-news"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/anthroposophy.ca\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2176","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/anthroposophy.ca\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/anthroposophy.ca\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/anthroposophy.ca\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/6"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/anthroposophy.ca\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2176"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/anthroposophy.ca\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2176\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/anthroposophy.ca\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2176"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/anthroposophy.ca\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2176"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/anthroposophy.ca\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2176"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}