Some Moment When The Moon Was Blood Then Surely I Was Born …

Good Good Friday All
Today seems like the perfect time to share with you one of my all time favourite poems – The Donkey – so I will …
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.
G.K.Chesterton
Why is this one of my favourite poems? Because it equates to each and every one us, in one way or another. Simply, we have a dumb creature, ridiculed by all because of his comical appearance and apparent lack of purpose and yet he, above all, had the task of carrying Jesus. A pretty big day-job hey?
I said it can equate to each and every one of us and I truly believe it can . As much as I hate to say the following I am going to say it anyway. You know me now and you know I speak my mind.
This is a beautiful world. The beautiful people sit on the top of the social ladders. Take a look in any magazine. Where will you find an ugly person advertising pretty much anything. You see, I used the word ugly.
Ugly can mean anything. Sticky-out ears. A hooked nose. Eyes, which,  as my dear mum used to say were, ‘one eye on the pot and the other up the chimney.’ Too fat. Too thin. Too short. Too tall. Etc Etc. Just like Mr G.K.Chesterton’s Donkey, opinion is formed on the visual. But what happens if we go deeper. Deeper into the heart and soul? What if these places are not what is considered ‘ugly?’ Beautiful creatures can hide behind the plainest of shells. 
Why and how can we judge people on their visual appearance or the tones of their voices? Or on their seemingly shallow and pointless lives? Perhaps they too hold a secret? Perhaps they too have had, or are about to have, their one fierce hour and sweet?
Each time I see a donkey the words never fail to spring to mind …’FOOLS! for I also had my hour!’
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Happy Easter.
Take care my lovelies x

 

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8 thoughts on “Some Moment When The Moon Was Blood Then Surely I Was Born …

  1. And as if by magic, the world looks better with sunshine. As I started to read, it glimmered in my mind that I knew this poem. Thanks for putting it up. Happy Easter to you and yours.

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  2. Another excellent set of thoughts Gail. The other way of looking at it is, beauty isn’t always conventional. If someone has a lively face, full of expressions and intelligence and insight, those qualities in themselves are attractive, even if a person;s face might be conventionally ugly. I think appearances are important, insofar as getting what a person or animal;s nature is like – a kind look in the eyes for instance. Happy Easter.

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