Readings of the Day
RB: Ch 18:12-19
Mass: Rm 6:19-23; Resp Ps 1; Lk 12:49-53
Whatever God does, prospers.
The psalmist sings of the one who follows not the counsel of the wicked, nor walks in the way of sinners, nor sits in the company of the insolent, but rather delights in the law of the Lord and meditates on God's law day and night. Yes, he is like a tree planted near running water, that yields its fruit in due season, and whose leaves never fade. Indeed, whatever God does, prospers. May we prosper today. Not my will, but yours, Lord, be done.
Trees
by Joyce Kilmer
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the sweet earth's
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.
SAINT ANTONY MARY CLARET, PRAY FOR US.
© Gertrude Feick 2019
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