The Donkey -
A poem 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.
Kelmed from Norman Teigen
KJV John 12:9 Much people of the Jews therefore knew that he was there: and they came not for Jesus'
sake only, but that they might see Lazarus also, whom he had raised from the dead. 10 But the chief
priests consulted that they might put Lazarus also to death; 11 Because that by reason of him many of the
Jews went away, and believed on Jesus. 12 On the next day much people that were come to the feast,
when they heard that Jesus was coming to Jerusalem, 13 Took branches of palm trees, and went forth to
meet him, and cried, Hosanna: Blessed is the King of Israel that cometh in the name of the Lord. 14 And
Jesus, when he had found a young ass, sat thereon; as it is written, 15 Fear not, daughter of Sion: behold,
thy King cometh, sitting on an ass's colt. 16 These things understood not his disciples at the first: but
when Jesus was glorified, then remembered they that these things were written of him, and that they had
done these things unto him. 17 The people therefore that was with him when he called Lazarus out of his
grave, and raised him from the dead, bare record. 18 For this cause the people also met him, for that they
heard that he had done this miracle.
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