{"id":2057,"date":"2013-01-15T17:11:36","date_gmt":"2013-01-15T22:11:36","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/stlydias.org\/blog\/?p=2057"},"modified":"2013-01-15T17:11:36","modified_gmt":"2013-01-15T22:11:36","slug":"the-prophets","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stlydiasliturgy.org\/blog\/2013\/01\/the-prophets\/","title":{"rendered":"The Prophets"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>by W. H. Auden<\/p>\n<p>Perhaps I always knew what they were saying:<br \/>\nEven the early messengers who walked<br \/>\nInto my life from books where they were staying.<br \/>\nThose beautiful mahines that never talked<br \/>\nBut let the small boy worship and learn<br \/>\nAll their long names whose hardness make him proud,<br \/>\nLove was the word they never said aloud<br \/>\nAs something that a picture can&#8217;t return.<\/p>\n<p>And later when I hunted the Good Place,<br \/>\nAbandoned lead-mines let themselves be caught;<br \/>\nThere was no pity in the adit&#8217;s face,<br \/>\nThe rusty winding-engine never taught<br \/>\nOne abviously too apt, to say Too Late:<br \/>\nTheir lack of shyness was a way of praising<br \/>\nJust what I didn&#8217;t know, why was I gazing,<br \/>\nWhile all their lack of answer whispered &#8216;Wait&#8217;,<br \/>\nAnd taught me gradually without coercion,<br \/>\nAnd all the landscape round them pointed to<br \/>\nThe calm with which they took complete desertion<br \/>\nAs proof that you existed.<\/p>\n<p>It was true.<br \/>\nFor now I have the answer from the face<br \/>\nThat never will go back into a book<br \/>\nBut asks for all my life, and is the Place<br \/>\nWhere all I touch is moved to an embrace,<br \/>\nAnd there is no such a thing as a vain look.<\/p>\n<p>&#8211;<em>Read at St. Lydia&#8217;s on January 13<\/em>\u00a0, 2013<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>by W. H. Auden Perhaps I always knew what they were saying: Even the early messengers who walked Into my life from books where they were staying. Those beautiful mahines that never talked But let the small boy worship and learn All their long names whose hardness make him proud, Love was the word they [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[9],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/stlydiasliturgy.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2057"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/stlydiasliturgy.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/stlydiasliturgy.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stlydiasliturgy.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stlydiasliturgy.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2057"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/stlydiasliturgy.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2057\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2059,"href":"https:\/\/stlydiasliturgy.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2057\/revisions\/2059"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/stlydiasliturgy.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2057"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stlydiasliturgy.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2057"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stlydiasliturgy.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2057"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}