The Donkey – 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.
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.
Reading this poem makes me think: “It doesn’t matter who you are nor how lowly and insignificant you may feel, God knows you; he loves you; and he has a purpose for you life.”
On this Palm Sunday may each of of us know, as the “dumb” donkey “knew” in the Chesterton poem, that we are loved, valued, needed and counted on by our Creator…
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