Monday, 29 March 2021
Saturday, 27 March 2021
G.K. Chesterton (1874–1936) 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. Chesterton captures Palm Sunday from the perspective of the donkey that Jesus rode. can't you just imagine it ?!