A famous poem for Palm Sunday that I don’t think I have ever posted before:
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
Gladsome Lights 
I love this poem. Thanks for posting it. I first discovered it 20 years ago. Had forgotten about it! What a place of privilege and honour for this disregarded creature.
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This is a favourite poem I first introduced to my own children and then to generations of school children. It is great fun reading it again – very apt for today.
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Beautiful! Thank you for sharing!
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Thank you for this grand poem.
I wish you a good Holy Week.
Many greetings from Viola.
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Perfect for Palm Sunday. Thanks for posting it.
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