I am posting these ahead of time because I will be at Annual Conference with the Bishop, 500 plus clergy and as many if not more laity, until Saturday.  Here is one of my favorite poems:

Trees

I think that I shall never see

A poem as lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed

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

1886-1918