The Donkey’s Secret Redux

I posted this G.K. Chesterton poem in February of 2018, but I am re-posting it simply because I love it.

The voice of the donkey is delightful, and is a reminder to never discount anyone based on their appearance, and apparent lack of, what the World would deem, treasure ($) and talents.

I chose the picture for today’s post, because it reminds me of many Catholics that I know: husbands, wives, fathers, mothers, grandfathers, grandmothers, priests, and singles.


They often look ridiculous in the eyes of the World in following the mandates of the Gospel: caring for their families, and flocks, doing their jobs with integrity, and devoutness, as the donkey carrying the children on her back portrays.

They carry the Cross, they carry Christ, but they are happy, and honored to share in the Passion of Christ; and yes, they will have their hour.

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.

by Gilbert Keith Chesterton (b. 1874- d. 1936)

Well done, Gilbert!

May you have a good day.