Because we have a donkey visiting Palmer today as part of our Palm Sunday devotions, I thought it would be polite if we took a moment to view this occasion from the perspective of our long-eared guest. Of course, the donkey cannot speak for itself, but the donkey’s point of view was admirably expressed in a little poem by Gilbert Keith Chesterton (1874-1936).
As he sometimes does in his poems, Chesterton seems at first to ramble on incoherently, making no sense at all. But a surprise ending makes it all clear.
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.