An Easter Poem for Fools
Christian Fools (in the Motley sense, of course!),
Happy Easter from a non-Christian. I like this poem even though it's meant for you.
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. - by G.K. Chesterton
For all Fools, let's have a great bull rally / bear sell-off. In other words, whatever your position may be, here's wishing the donkeys the best starting Monday!
David in Qatar