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
posted by Benjamin @ 8.7.07
i try to make my life a search for growth. i want to surround myself with the people that will grow me closest to God.
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i don't want to be afraid to ask the tough questions. although, i tend to be left with a lot unanswered. the only two questions in life that i've answered for sure are: who is my God? and what should i do with my life?
i believe we all have an individual purpose for being on earth and i want to try to do the most with what i've been given to accomplish mine.
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