Blessed is He who comes in the Name of the Lord, Hosanna in the Highest. Palm Sunday

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3. Neither a prayer nor a hymn, but

appropriate for this day:

When fishes flew, and forests walked,
And fig 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, G. K. Chesterton