Sunday, 24 March 2013

A poem for Palm Sunday.

 The Donkey
by G. K. Chesterton

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.

Blessings to all as we head into Holy Week.

1 comment:

  1. Dearest Diana,
    I haven't heard about "Palm Sunday" and "Holly Week". I like the "words of Jesus" in your side-bar (I hope it will be OK for me to say this way) I learned the meaning of the scene of the picture while checking through the PC site. Blessing to you from Japan, my friend.

    PS> Thank you SO much for the sweet comment for me; I was really glad to read it. Take Care of Yourselves♬♬♬

    Sending you lots of love and hugs from Japan, xoxo Miyako*


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