“SATURDAY NIGHT AT EIGHT”

 

 

THE PRAYER OF THE DONKEY

O God, who made me
to trudge along the road
always,
to carry heavy loads
always,
and to be beaten
always!
Give me courage and gentleness.
One day let someone understand me –
that I may no longer want to weep
because I can never say what I mean.
Let me find a juicy thistle –
and make them give me time to pick it.
And, Lord, one day, let me find again
my little brother of the Christmas crib.

(From, “Prayers from the Ark , Carmen Bernos de Gasztold

 

  

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. 
 

John R

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