{"id":1341,"date":"2011-08-23T08:26:07","date_gmt":"2011-08-23T14:26:07","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.onebluestocking.ca\/blog\/?p=1341"},"modified":"2011-08-23T08:26:07","modified_gmt":"2011-08-23T14:26:07","slug":"reaching","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.onebluestocking.ca\/blog\/?p=1341","title":{"rendered":"reaching"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/onebluestocking\/6072408506\/\" title=\"reaching  by onebluestocking, on Flickr\"><img loading=\"lazy\" src=\"http:\/\/farm7.static.flickr.com\/6082\/6072408506_97b3a9c141_z.jpg\" width=\"441\" height=\"640\" alt=\"reaching \"><\/a><\/p>\n<p>There&#8217;s a time I can recall<br \/>\nFour years old and three feet tall<br \/>\nTrying to touch the stars and the cookie jar<br \/>\nAnd both were out of reach<br \/>\nAnd later on in my high school<br \/>\nIt seemed to me a little cruel<br \/>\nHow the right words to say always seemed to stay<br \/>\nJust out of reach<br \/>\nWell I should not have thought it strange<br \/>\nThat growing causes growing pains<br \/>\n&#8216;Cause the more we learn the more we know<br \/>\nWe don&#8217;t know anything<br \/>\nBut still it seems a tragic fate<br \/>\nLiving with this quiet ache<br \/>\nThe constant strain for what remains<br \/>\nJust out of reach<\/p>\n<p>We are reaching for the future<br \/>\nWe are reaching for the past<br \/>\nAnd no matter what we have we reach for more<br \/>\nWe are desperate to discover<br \/>\nWhat is just beyond our grasp<br \/>\nBut maybe that&#8217;s what heaven is for<\/p>\n<p>There are times I can&#8217;t forget<br \/>\nDressed up in my Sunday best<br \/>\nTrying not to squirm and to maybe learn<br \/>\nA bit of what the preacher preached<br \/>\nAnd later lying in the dark<br \/>\nI felt a stirring in my heart<br \/>\nAnd though I longed to see what could not be seen<br \/>\nI still believed<br \/>\nI guess I shouldn&#8217;t think it odd<br \/>\nUntil we see the face of God<br \/>\nThe yearning deep within us tells us<br \/>\nThere&#8217;s more to come<br \/>\nSo when we taste of the divine<br \/>\nIt leaves us hungry every time<br \/>\nFor one more taste of what awaits<br \/>\nWhen heaven&#8217;s gates are reached<\/p>\n<p>We are reaching for the future<br \/>\nWe are reaching for the past<br \/>\nAnd no matter what we have we reach for more<br \/>\nWe are desperate to discover<br \/>\nWhat is just beyond our grasp<br \/>\nBut maybe that&#8217;s what heaven is for<\/p>\n<p>I believe that&#8217;s what heaven is for<br \/>\nThere&#8217;s a time I can recall<br \/>\nFour years old and three feet tall<br \/>\nTrying to touch the stars and the cookie jar<br \/>\nAnd both were out of reach<\/p>\n<p>carolyn arends<br \/>\nreaching<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>There&#8217;s a time I can recall Four years old and three feet tall Trying to touch the stars and the cookie jar And both were out of reach And later on in my high school It seemed to me a little cruel How the right words to say always seemed to stay Just out of reach Well I should not have thought it strange That growing causes growing pains &#8216;Cause the more we learn the more we know We don&#8217;t know anything But still it seems a tragic fate Living with this quiet ache The constant strain for what remains&hellip;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.onebluestocking.ca\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1341"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.onebluestocking.ca\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.onebluestocking.ca\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.onebluestocking.ca\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.onebluestocking.ca\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1341"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/www.onebluestocking.ca\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1341\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1346,"href":"https:\/\/www.onebluestocking.ca\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1341\/revisions\/1346"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.onebluestocking.ca\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1341"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.onebluestocking.ca\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1341"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.onebluestocking.ca\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1341"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}