The Donkey + Psalm 22

by G.K. Chesterton + Psalmist

The Donkey
by G.K. Chesterton

When forests walked and fishes flew
And figs grew upon thorn,
Some moment when the moon was blood,
Then, surely, I was born.

With monstrous head and sickening bray
And ears like errant wings—
The devil's walking parody
Of all four-footed things:

The battered outlaw of the earth
Of ancient crooked will;
Scourge, beat, 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 around my head
And palms about my feet.

Psalm 22:2-12

My God, my God, why have you abandoned me?
Why so far from my call for help,
from my cries of anguish?

My God, I call by day, but you do not answer;
by night, but I have no relief.

Yet you are enthroned as the Holy One;
you are the glory of Israel.

In you our fathers trusted;
they trusted and you rescued them.

To you they cried out and they escaped;
in you they trusted and were not disappointed.

But I am a worm, not a man,
scorned by men, despised by the people.

All who see me mock me;
they curl their lips and jeer;
they shake their heads at me:

“He relied on theLord—let him deliver him;
if he loves him, let him rescue him.”

For you drew me forth from the womb,
made me safe at my mother’s breasts.

Upon you I was thrust from the womb;
since my mother bore me you are my God.

Do not stay far from me,
for trouble is near,
and there is no one to help.