Friday, December 14, 2012

The Christmas Donkey

The Christmas Donkey
Copyright 1996 Susie Whiting

He was just a little donkey, standing humbly in his stall,
Not feeling very special. He felt important not at all. .
“Look at us,” came voices, from two grand stallions in the street.
They had manes of braided gold and shoes of silver on their feet.

Each wore a regal headdress made with feathers, crimson red.
“We’re the carriers of his Majesty,” the closest stallion said.
It’s too bad you’re just a donkey. Don’t you wish that you could be
A stallion as grand as we are, and carry his Majesty?

“You’ve been blessed,” the little donkey said, “To be a horse so fine.
Thank you for stopping to talk to me. Thank you for taking time.”

The two grand stallions galloped off. Their manes floated in the breeze.
The little donkey lay in the hay, content to be just he.
He closed his eyes as dark grew nigh. Peace filled up his soul.
He thought of the Majesty’s stallions, with manes braided up with gold.

Although it was dark he awakened, surrounded by a glorious light.
He heard a voice sweet as a song speak to him in the night.
“Arise little donkey. How humble you are. God has seen you here.
He’s chosen you to be the one. Come and feel no fear.

A Virgin named Mary is great with child and has many miles to go.
Come little donkey and loan her your back. Be careful with her. Go slow.
Carry her gently to Bethlehem. You’ve been chosen by God above.
Because you’re so gentle, because you are kind, because you are humble and love.

Rise up little donkey. Humble servant of God, your goodness will hear angels sing.
For you’ve been chosen to be the one. You shall carry the King.”

The little donkey did as he was told. He felt blessed to be chosen the one
to carry the Virgin to Bethlehem, and to witness the birth of her son.
While in his stall in Bethlehem, the stallions galloped up by his side.
“Why, if it isn’t the donkey of Nazareth,” they both said with haughty pride.

“What brings you here to Bethlehem?” Then in voices they seemed to sing.
“We carry the servants of Caesar doing the work of the king.”
“I” said the humble donkey, in a voice that the stallions awed,
“have witnessed the birth of Christ the Lord. I’ve carried the son of God.”

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