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After Higginson One half of everything is true, The part that don't depend on you - God made the part that touches ground, The half with roots, that falleth down. The other part that fills the air, Which meets bright hope, or dark despair - Is like the limbs of that Old Tree, Whose height and reach extends from me. |
This Poem was Critiqued By: Joe Gustin On Date: 2013-01-18 13:09:59
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
I love any poem that dares science,esp physics. What is god,or more importantly, Why is God
Thankyou for the poem