{"id":1040,"date":"2014-10-03T00:51:22","date_gmt":"2014-10-03T00:51:22","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/?p=1040"},"modified":"2014-11-03T00:59:22","modified_gmt":"2014-11-03T00:59:22","slug":"breaching-the-veil","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/breaching-the-veil\/","title":{"rendered":"Breaching the Veil"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Death creeps like a shadow and darkens our lives&#8230;<br \/>\nIn time the truth we see<br \/>\nThe shadow is cast by the unseen light<br \/>\nOf the soul that now is free<br \/>\nOn our passing, we through the darkness will pass<br \/>\nOne again, once again, we will be.<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>This poem was published in &#8220;The Day the Mirror Called&#8221;, the Blackwater Poetry Groups anthology for the late Ted Browne, bublished by Rebel Poetry and edited by Gene Barry of the Fermoy International Poetry Festival. <a href=\"http:\/\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/buy-the-book-the-day-the-mirror-called-from-blackwater-poetry-group-and-rebel-poetry\/\" title=\"Buy the Book! \u201cThe Day the Mirror Called\u201d from Blackwater Poetry Group and Rebel Poetry\">It can be purchased from them here<\/a><\/p><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Death creeps like a shadow and darkens our lives&#8230; In time the truth we see The shadow is cast by the unseen light Of the soul that now is free On our passing, we through the darkness will pass One again, once again, we will be. 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