Happy Palm Sunday!

Greetings!
To kick off this Holy Week, I thought I'd share a poem I found of one of my favorite writers (ever), G.K. Chesterton. (That's MR. Chesterton to YOU!) I hope you are all having a blessed spring. Soon, hopefully, I'll be able to post something I wrote myself (yes, yes, I do still write!).

Meanwhile, enjoy:

The Donkey

By G. K. Chesterton 1874–1936

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.