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 (1874–1936),

captures Palm Sunday from the perspective of the donkey that Jesus rode.)

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Jesus found a young donkey and sat on it; as it is written:

   “Do not be afraid, daughter of Zion. Look, your king is coming, sitting on a donkey’s colt!”

John 12:14-15

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