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THOUGHTS OF A DONKEY....a Christmas poem"Inspired" sigs THOUGHTS OF A DONKEY Moon dances light on the roofs Streets echoing to my hooves A weary Joseph leads me along Pushing through the mingling throng Mary sits lightly on my back Her gentle hands caress my neck Taut sore muscles soothed by them As I carry her through Bethlehem My ears are pricked to rising din Paused now at door of crowded Inn To take them in the keeper unable The only offer a lonely stable To me better than a palace fair Within it walls my home is there Water to drink and manger of hay And a place to rest from weary day A comfortable place I found to lie Aroused from sleep to infant cry And in the cradle of manger bed A baby boy lay down his head From my lips a soft breathed bray As I gazed at child upon the hay To crib side in awe I slowly came Hearing Mary whisper low His name Jesus; she murmured in tender love A gift to the world from God above Of mothers all; I am more blessed than them This holy night in Bethlehem Before I could hear what she said more Swarthy shepherds entered stable door Bowed in worship to tender one Christ the King and Gods dear Son His throne room the stable stall One so great yet weak and small Mighty God who became the least Was carried by me a lowly beast Another donkey He would sit its back His gentle hands caress its neck Perhaps my offspring; who's to know Took Him to Jerusalem where He would go Through palm waving jubilant crowd Who greeted Him with hosannas loud Only days later to change their cry To one of hateful baying crucify Never carried I more precious load When on my back Mary rode For as they searched for sheltered room I carried Jesus also in her womb Just a lowly donkey small No one knows my name at all But I was the one to carry them That night to stable in Bethlehem Colin Moffett Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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