The Donkey
The Donkey
When fishes flew and forests walked
And figs grew upon thorn,
Some moment when the moon was blood
Then surely I was born.
With monstrous head and sickening cry
And ears like errant wings,
The devil's walking parody
On all four-footed things.
The tattered outlaw of the earth,
Of ancient crooked will;
Starve, scourge, deride me: I am dumb,
I keep my secret still.
Fools! For I also had my hour;
One far fierce hour and sweet:
There was a shout about my ears,
And palms before my feet.
- G. K. Chesterton
This poem is written from the perspective of the donkey - "who plods along doing what needs doing, and yet actually carrying the Saviour" on Palm Sunday, which will be celebrated tomorrow.
My day was spent celebrating a friend's wedding so I never expected to actually see a donkey! But driving down a country lane to the reception, we passed a field with 2 donkeys in it! I was also surprised when D agreed to turn around to let me get a shot for my blip!
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