Theodosia Garrison Poems
|43.||The Soul Of Jeanne D'Arc||4/21/2010|
|45.||Mothers Of Men||4/21/2010|
|47.||Heart Of A Hundred Sorrows||4/21/2010|
|49.||A Love Song||1/4/2003|
|51.||The April Boughs||4/21/2010|
|53.||The Wedding Gown||4/21/2010|
The kindliest thing God ever made,
His hand of very healing laid
Upon a fevered world, is shade.
His glorious company of trees
Throw out their mantles, and on these
The dust-stained wanderer finds ease.
Green temples, closed against the beat
Of noontime's blinding glare and heat,
Open to any pilgrim's feet.
The white road blisters in the sun;
Now, half the weary journey done,
Enter and rest, Oh weary one!
And feel the dew of dawn still wet
Beneath thy feet, and so forget
The burning highway's ache and fret.
This is God's ...
The Tears Of Harlequin
To you he gave his laughter and his jest,
His words that of all words were merriest,
His glad, mad moments when the lights flared high
And his wild song outshrilled the plaudits' din.
For you that memory, but happier I --
I, who have known the tears of Harlequin.
Not mine those moments when the roses lay
Like red spilled wine on his triumphant way,