R: Reservoir of life, who can measure it?
O: Only the brown soil can taste and see it
O: Openly, the dirt displays the Vine’s work
T: That shimmers with glory in the Spring sun
S: Such mysteries that lie beneath our feet
A: All human thought cannot comprehend them
N: Never-ending depths too deep for poets
D: Down where our eyes cannot see its beauty
B: But we stand in awe of its brilliance
R: Revealed by passionate messengers who,
A: After many winters, now bear much fruit
N: Never breaking away from their Master
C: Choosing the Vine over consuming fire
H: Holding fast even through the stormy gale
E: Every branch found in the Vine finds their life
S: So do all that He upholds with His hand
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Levi Dickson
Primarily a songwriter, but no stranger to poetry.
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Fun approach to this challenge!