Let's see it from the donkey's point of view (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,   
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.



And best wishes to all at this blessed time.
I often think that there should be a final verse to 'resolve' that poem!

When forests walked, and fishes flew,
Though I looked rather odd,
But, at that time, I knew. I KNEW.
I'd borne the Son of God!

Nigel