Palm Sunday

Leaving church yesterday I came face to face with a donkey named Mungo, who was taking part in the Palm Sunday procession. It reminded me of Chesterton's poem - the last stanza always sends a shiver down my spine.

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.

(The Donkey by G. K. Chesterton)