{"id":558,"date":"2026-04-01T12:51:25","date_gmt":"2026-04-01T17:51:25","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/johnwilliamschwartz.net\/?p=558"},"modified":"2026-04-02T10:27:13","modified_gmt":"2026-04-02T15:27:13","slug":"finding-heart","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/johnwilliamschwartz.net\/?p=558","title":{"rendered":"Finding Heart"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><br>Though I am only 56&#8211;so technically not &#8220;old&#8221; yet I suppose&#8211;I am also not young and many things in my life and body testify accordingly. I had a dream where I was reminded of young spry days and it was sad and nostalgic and I don&#8217;t know what all else, and this poem came out as a way to cope. Pretty much any strong emotion in my life tries to go to (and stay in) overwhelm\/despair, which is rather annoying LOL. I truly have been learning practically how to return to joy from my strong emotions, which has been a huge blessing for me and those around me. Anyway, this isn&#8217;t probably a masterpiece but the subject is important&#8230;. learning to have joy even as &#8220;outwardly we [I] waste away.&#8221; (The title of the poem, as well as the italicized bit at the end, are from 1 Corinthians 4.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-full is-resized\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"485\" height=\"728\" src=\"https:\/\/johnwilliamschwartz.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/04\/poem-FINDING-HEART.png\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-560\" style=\"width:517px;height:auto\" srcset=\"https:\/\/johnwilliamschwartz.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/04\/poem-FINDING-HEART.png 485w, https:\/\/johnwilliamschwartz.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/04\/poem-FINDING-HEART-200x300.png 200w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 485px) 100vw, 485px\" \/><\/figure>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Though I am only 56&#8211;so technically not &#8220;old&#8221; yet I suppose&#8211;I am also not young and many things in my life and body testify accordingly. I had a dream where I was reminded of young spry days and it was sad and nostalgic and I don&#8217;t know what all else, and this poem came out [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-558","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/johnwilliamschwartz.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/558","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/johnwilliamschwartz.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/johnwilliamschwartz.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/johnwilliamschwartz.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/johnwilliamschwartz.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=558"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/johnwilliamschwartz.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/558\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":563,"href":"https:\/\/johnwilliamschwartz.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/558\/revisions\/563"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/johnwilliamschwartz.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=558"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/johnwilliamschwartz.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=558"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/johnwilliamschwartz.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=558"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}