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|
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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 ...
I am as weary as a child
That weeps upon its mother's breast
For joy of comforting. But I
Have no such place to rest.
I am as weary as a bird
Blown by wild winds far out to sea
When it regains its nest. But, Oh,
There waits no nest for me.