What Holds?A Poem by Botania.
What holds our spirits up so high?
What buoys intentions afflicted nigh? I watch the world and you pass by. What holds us all aground? Watch the tender sapling roots take hold in soil, become a roof a canopy of panoplied leaves to hold a world of life What holds it all up in the sky where reason for it may surprise? I know the answer, reason why.... God, my God, how he delights.
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