The Donkey, A Poem for the First Sunday in Advent

A friend shared this on Facebook a bit pre-season, so I can happily share this with you on time. 😉 For your pleasure, “The Donkey,” by GK Chesterton:

The Donkey

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.
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/47918/the-donkey & Source: The Collected Poems of G. K. Chesterton (Dodd Mead & Company, 1927)
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