An Easter Poem

Actually, it's more a Palm Sunday poem, from G.K.

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.

I simply love this poem, Ecurb, thanks for posting it. At one time I almost knew it by heart!

My wife had a donkey, named Eeyore of course, who was much beloved in our family. The iconic story of our Savior riding into Jerusalem on a donkey fulfilling prophesy is quite endearing. Thank you for sharing.

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor