My favorite poem simply because I am reminded who is in control.

Trees


Sergeant Joyce Kilmer
165th Infantry
Killed in action July 30,1918

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 had lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.

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


Sergeant Joyce Kilmer

Seargeant Joyce Kilmer and his wife found comfort in their faith after learning their newborn Rose had polio and would be paralyzed. "When faith did come, it came, I think, by way of my little paralyzed daughter. Her lifeless hands led me; I think her tiny feet know beautiful paths."