Saints We Love

Saturday, April 16, 2011

THE DONKEY - G. K. Chesterton

 G. K. Chesterton

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.


Pam (Rose) Beeler said...

How very appropriate for this weekend, Miss Terry! You are the best! (Well, you and Chesterton, of course) <3

Terry Fenwick said...

The last 4 lines broke my heart - the Donkey holding HIM up High in the crowd of the 'other' lambs entering in - knew WHO HE was!

What a Poem! What a Truth!

Vivian Ruth said...

Thank you, Terry! I'm going to post it on our church's FB page!