Blogging toward Sunday

This Sunday we celebrate Palm Sunday with the Easter Cantata. 

I hope you enjoy the following poem by G.K. Chesterson on your journey toward Sunday. 

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The Donkey

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.

As always I look forward to being with you during worship. 

Shalom,

Glenda