{"id":270,"date":"2022-09-20T11:15:15","date_gmt":"2022-09-20T15:15:15","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/pensivejournal.com\/?p=270"},"modified":"2022-09-20T11:15:15","modified_gmt":"2022-09-20T15:15:15","slug":"motet","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/pensivejournal.com\/poetry\/motet\/","title":{"rendered":"Motet"},"content":{"rendered":"
The days yield, each to the next.
\nNo one is finally victorious.
\nLife is language lived and loved.
\nKindness is our need and duty.<\/p>\n
In English the name of God
\nis twenty six letters long.
\nLife is language lived and loved.
\nKindness is our need and duty.<\/p>\n
No one is finally victorious.
\nThe days yield, each to the next.
\nLife is language lived and loved.
\nKindness is our need and duty.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The days yield, each to the next. No one is finally victorious. Life is language lived and loved. Kindness is our need and duty. In English the name of God is twenty six letters long. Life is language lived and loved. Kindness is our need and duty. No one is finally victorious. The days yield,…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":26,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"issue":[7],"coauthors":[],"acf":[],"yoast_head":"\n