May 20th

I think about her almost everyday

The girl I used to be

The one who’s slowly, in her time, coming back to me

I pray for her, I hope that she

No matter what the climate be

Will take the time

On bended knee

In rightful posture

And with a thankful heart

Give all the praise to Thee.

Psalm 30:12


My Favorite Tree Poem



I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.

Joyce Kilmer