{"id":4172,"date":"2020-05-09T14:37:06","date_gmt":"2020-05-09T19:37:06","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/becourageousbebold.com\/?p=4172"},"modified":"2020-05-09T15:22:20","modified_gmt":"2020-05-09T20:22:20","slug":"the-shadow-people","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/becourageousbebold.com\/index.php\/2020\/05\/09\/the-shadow-people\/","title":{"rendered":"The Shadow People"},"content":{"rendered":"
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On a journey through life I\u2019m brought to this place where the shadow people merely<\/h6>\n
exist.<\/h6>\n
Seeing, yet not seeing, they are hidden beneath blankets, camouflaged in the darkness of the place where they sleep\u2026<\/h6>\n
I look closer; I hear a man weep\u2026<\/h6>\n
Sobs so painful, so terrible and deep\u2026<\/h6>\n
I turn to listen; I do not speak\u2026<\/h6>\n
Climbing through the rubble of these shadows I see
\nA baby uncovered cold and alone\u2026dirty, hungry with no home\u2026<\/h6>\n
They are the poor, the outcast, the weak\u2026<\/h6>\n
No names, no life, they sleep!<\/h6>\n
This is a dream I had last night and I woke and prayed\u2026Lord, what does this mean?<\/h6>\n
\u201cPray for these people\u2026they are without hope, without dignity they live but they are not living\u2026I have not forgotten them.\u201d<\/em><\/h6>\n
It was so real. At first, I was driving a car and was trying to find my way home. I was in, it looked like, down town Tampa. But I kept taking wrong turns then I found myself under a bridge or overpass and I was walking\u2026it was getting dark\u2026I started to climb to get out\u2026and I saw these dark patches lying on top of mounds of dirt, and as I looked closer I realized they were blankets and people were underneath them. Not moving, lying there, quiet in the shadows. I saw one where a baby, (maybe three months old, Caucasian and dirty), it wasn\u2019t under the blanket it was alive but it didn\u2019t move. Then I saw an African-American man, standing (he was crying and began to sing a song) I can\u2019t remember the song but it was a cry for help, it was a low, sad tune, and he was being taken away by someone I couldn\u2019t make out who. He didn\u2019t struggle or fight he was just being led away.<\/h6>\n
I woke up and this dream has stayed with me all day. So, I wrote this poem and I heard the words, the shadow people. I prayed for the people who are lost and can\u2019t find their way. The ones, no one sees or even thinks about. Lord, hear our cry for help! And let us do something to help our fellow-man! Amen!<\/h6>\n
~Marla Shaw O\u2019Neill May 9, 2020<\/h6>\n
Isaiah 1:17 The Passion Translation (TPT)<\/em><\/strong>
\n17 Learn what it means to do what is good by seeking righteousness and justice! Rescue the oppressed. Uphold the rights of the fatherless and defend the widow\u2019s cause.<\/em><\/h6>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

On a journey through life I\u2019m brought to this place where the shadow people merely exist. Seeing, yet not seeing, they are hidden beneath blankets, camouflaged in the darkness of the place where they sleep\u2026 I look closer; I hear a man weep\u2026 Sobs so painful, so terrible and deep\u2026 I turn to listen; I…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"om_disable_all_campaigns":false,"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-4172","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p8aPxH-15i","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/becourageousbebold.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4172","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/becourageousbebold.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/becourageousbebold.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/becourageousbebold.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/becourageousbebold.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4172"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/becourageousbebold.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4172\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4177,"href":"https:\/\/becourageousbebold.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4172\/revisions\/4177"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/becourageousbebold.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4172"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/becourageousbebold.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4172"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/becourageousbebold.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4172"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}