Day six poem five.. yes I know but I will back fill
Good Friday 2012
Oh donkeys with ears like furry Easter Lilies,
Grazing by the road,
Don’t you know what day this is?
The sacred load
You bore two thousand years ago
Was crucified this day
For him you bear the sign of the cross
Across your backs
How could such a small beast
Bear such a burden?
You seem too frail
To carry a child
How could your bear
The one who bore the sorrows of the world?
Yet you bore the one who bore him
And you carried him to triumph
On the path that led to death
In Jerusalem. Now you graze
The roadside. As unheeding
As those He died for.
Oh donkeys with ears like furry Easter Lilies,
Grazing by the road,
Don’t you know what day this is?
The sacred load
You bore two thousand years ago
Was crucified this day
For him you bear the sign of the cross
Across your backs
How could such a small beast
Bear such a burden?
You seem too frail
To carry a child
How could your bear
The one who bore the sorrows of the world?
Yet you bore the one who bore him
And you carried him to triumph
On the path that led to death
In Jerusalem. Now you graze
The roadside. As unheeding
As those He died for.