Editor’s note: In honor of Palm Sunday, we offer to you the verses written by G.K. Chesterton, illustrating the proceedings from a unique perspective. In God’s plan, even the lowliest have their hour.

 

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.