Shade
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 hospitality, And whoso rests beneath a tree Hath cause to thank Him gratefully.
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"The kindliest thing God ever made,..."
This evocative piece by Theodosia Garrison, titled "Shade", represents a masterful exploration of classic. The lines capture a profound emotional resonance... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...