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.

Diana