A poem for Palm Sunday

Chesterton’s

When fishes flew and forests walked

And figs grew upon thorn,

Some moment when the moon was blood

Then surely I was born; . . . . 

Etc.  Read the rest of it here, ending with the “One far fierce hour and sweet” granted the person born to suffer.

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