Author Archives: St. Anne's

The Donkeyby 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,    IContinue reading “Palm Sunday”