Humble Donkey, Humble Prince

It's been ages since I posted something here. Whoops. I apologise! Here is a poem I wrote ages ago. Can't really remember when, but probably when I lived in Kenya... I came across it and thought that it would be apt for this time of year. Enjoy:

Head sadly hung

Slowly stepping forward

Punished for a crime he didn’t commit.

Whipped on his back

Carries heavy load

A strong, yet humble, creature he must be.

Eyes calling out

For small, happy times

Hungry and thirsty, he continues.

Modest, yet suffering.

A cross on his back.

Steps like a journey to crucifixion.

This underwent a little bit of editing, so here is the original. Much less subtle.

Heads sadly hung

Slowly stepping forward

Punished for a crime they didn't commit.

Whipped on their backs

Must carry heavy loads.

Strong, yet fragile creatures they must be.

Eyes calling out

For small, happy times.

Tail swishing in anything but glee.

Humble yet suffers.

A cross on its back.

Steps like it'll soon be crucified.

Biblical and holy,

Jesus rode to Jerusalem

Upon a creature so similar to Himself.

I basically tried to change the statements so that each sentence could refer to either the donkey or Jesus. I think it is aptly fixed! 

Wandering Through York [Poem]

I do not often do poetry. This will become evident! So in my life so far, there have, inevitably, been some low points. And when I am low, I write about it. It helps me to work through it and try to make some sort of sense out of the whole thing.

So this poem came after a very depressing piece. I wrote in whilst sitting in Little Bettys in York. By reading this piece, I am sure you will realise that poetry is not for me!!!

Dedicated to All I Know, and All I Care, and All Who Know and Care in Return.

I wander through the streets of York

My mind a great kerfuddle

Of shopping lists, of tasks and things

To do and all flailing round in a muddle.

Alone I walk. Alone I stroll

Down the streets of York.

My mind a-running, the sun a-shining

And to myself I talk.

I am not sad, despite my solitude.

On the contrary I am quite content

With my situation in life

And the blessings God has sent.

I smile, I’m warm,

I’m giddy with glee.

Alright, maybe an exaggeration

But here, right now, no one can ever sadden me.

I’ve done the bitter moodiness,

The depression, the melancholy.

But now I’m awake, seen the Light of day

And see those times as folly.

I have no need to get depressed.

There’s so much in my life.

Family, friends, God and love.

They woke me, showed the Light.

So thank you, friends, all of you.

Both close and far away.

Both that I know, and sort of know, and barely know at all.

I couldn’t ask for better friends, corny but that’s what I wanted to say.