The Donkey, a poem for Palm Sunday

The Donkey 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 … Continue reading The Donkey, a poem for Palm Sunday