Easter poem
April 2nd 2007 08:26
Easter Poem
For those of you that know the Easter story, you will remember that when Jesus came into Jerusalem riding a donkey, he was met by a cheering crowd waving palm branches. The churches celebrate this event on Palm Sunday. During this parade, some of the authorities became angry and told Jesus to stop the crowd. Jesus said – if they stopped, the stones on the road would start to shout. That is where I got the idea for this poem. Also a fond memory of G.K. Chesterson’s “The Donkey” poem which I learnt at school – and like most rote learning, never forgot. Happy and Safe Easter everyone.
You may use this poem, but please acknowledge its source.
For those of you that know the Easter story, you will remember that when Jesus came into Jerusalem riding a donkey, he was met by a cheering crowd waving palm branches. The churches celebrate this event on Palm Sunday. During this parade, some of the authorities became angry and told Jesus to stop the crowd. Jesus said – if they stopped, the stones on the road would start to shout. That is where I got the idea for this poem. Also a fond memory of G.K. Chesterson’s “The Donkey” poem which I learnt at school – and like most rote learning, never forgot. Happy and Safe Easter everyone.
The Stones cried out
I heard the stones cry out today
While rushing in the street
To do the Easter shopping
Of eggs and buns and meat.
Faint was the sound there in the road,
Quite still, I had to stand.
Through noisy cars and bustleing crowds
I heard the stones’demand.
T’was then I saw the traffic stop.
The drivers hurl abuse,
For though they wished to rush on
They found it was no use.
Picking through the traffic came,
A donkey, young and keen;
Wanting to please his rider,
It made the strangest scene.
I grabbed a branch from off a tree
And rushed out in the street;
I could not let the stones alone
Praise the Prince of Peace!
Copyright: I heard the stones cry out today
While rushing in the street
To do the Easter shopping
Of eggs and buns and meat.
Faint was the sound there in the road,
Quite still, I had to stand.
Through noisy cars and bustleing crowds
I heard the stones’demand.
T’was then I saw the traffic stop.
The drivers hurl abuse,
For though they wished to rush on
They found it was no use.
Picking through the traffic came,
A donkey, young and keen;
Wanting to please his rider,
It made the strangest scene.
I grabbed a branch from off a tree
And rushed out in the street;
I could not let the stones alone
Praise the Prince of Peace!
You may use this poem, but please acknowledge its source.
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