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.
A palm Sunday poem for you =o)
That poem always gives me chills.
w00t! One of my favorite Chesterton poems!
Via Ann Barnhardt...
"On Palm Sunday thirty-six years ago, having been locked out of their church because they were a Traditional Latin Mass parish, the parishioners at St. Louis Port Marly gathered, Mass was celebrated outside in front of the church, and then to strains of “Christus Vincit” the men used a battering ram to bust through a wall and gain entrance to their church.:"
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