Palm Sunday

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.


G.K. Chesterton
from Poems of G.K. Chesterton