Three Holidays

In celebration of National Poetry Month, a poem for Palm Sunday.

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.

And so as not to leave out that other holiday today…

“One who is strengthened by God professes himself to be an utter fool by human standards, because he despises the wisdom men strive for.”–Thomas Aquinas

2 thoughts on “Three Holidays

  1. Love that Chesterton poem–it’s new to me. Well, the quote is new to me, too, and I quite like it also. Great post! I’m gearing up for a month of poetry, too! 🙂

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