Standing quietly beneath the morning sky,
Watching the clouds as they wandered by.
A little heart with dreams untold,
Wondering what the future would hold.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I walked through roads I\u2019d never known,
Searching for a place to call my own.
Every turn brought something new,
Every sunrise painted a different view.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then came a voice, gentle and bright,
Guiding my steps through the fading light.
When I was lost and could not see,
A little hope came back to me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Days went by, both slow and fast,
Some moments fleeting, some moments last.
I learned that journeys are never straight,
And sometimes we must patiently wait.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then one morning, I heard a call,
A chance to rise, a chance to stand tall.
With trembling hands and hopeful eyes,
I took a step beneath the skies.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I do not know where this road will bend,
Or where its winding paths will end.
But with courage lighting the way,
I\u2019ll keep moving forward, day by day.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Jonathan Joji<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Standing quietly beneath the morning sky,Watching the clouds as they wandered by.A little heart with dreams untold,Wondering what the future would hold. I walked through roads I\u2019d never known,Searching for a place to call my own.Every turn brought something new,Every sunrise painted a different view. Then came a voice, gentle and bright,Guiding my steps through the fading light.When I was lost and could not see,A little hope came back to me. Days went by, both slow and fast,Some moments fleeting, some moments last.I learned that journeys are never straight,And sometimes we must patiently wait. Then one morning, I heard a call,A chance to rise, a chance to stand tall.With trembling hands and hopeful eyes,I took a step beneath the skies. I do not know where this road will bend,Or where its winding paths will end.But with courage lighting the way,I\u2019ll keep moving forward, day by day. Jonathan Joji<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":1697,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[24],"tags":[37],"class_list":["post-1837","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poem","tag-jonathan-joji"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/ipcphiladelphiadubai.com\/loaves\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1837","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/ipcphiladelphiadubai.com\/loaves\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/ipcphiladelphiadubai.com\/loaves\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/ipcphiladelphiadubai.com\/loaves\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/ipcphiladelphiadubai.com\/loaves\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1837"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"http:\/\/ipcphiladelphiadubai.com\/loaves\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1837\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1839,"href":"http:\/\/ipcphiladelphiadubai.com\/loaves\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1837\/revisions\/1839"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/ipcphiladelphiadubai.com\/loaves\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/1697"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/ipcphiladelphiadubai.com\/loaves\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1837"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/ipcphiladelphiadubai.com\/loaves\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1837"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/ipcphiladelphiadubai.com\/loaves\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1837"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}