Poem for Palm Sunday

Tina offers us the next in our series of Poems for Prayer:

The Donkey 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.

For Reflection:

Picture yourself in the Palm Sunday story.
Just for a change imagine you are the donkey!! You’re nothing special.
Quite the opposite! A bit of an ass – standing there tethered to your usual spot.
Suddenly you hear an order: Untie that donkey. Bring it here. I need it.
Jesus needs you to carry him and make him visible to others.
Imagine that!
In your prayer this week ask Jesus to help you see where you are tied up. What prevents you being freely at liberty in his service?
Offer yourself again into his service in this holiest of weeks, and help others see him. This is His hour. This is your hour!
Why not take a piece of knotted string; and as you slowly untie the knots
think about any situations in your life which at the moment are binding you up.
Ask the Lord to free you as you undo the knots.