Brat Farrar (bratfarrar) wrote,
Brat Farrar

palm sunday

Upon the Ass That Bore Our Savior

Hath only anger an omnipotence
In eloquence?
Within the lips of love and joy doth dwell
No miracle?
Why else had Baalam's ass a tongue to chide
His master's pride?
And thou (Heaven-burdened beast) hast ne'er a word
To praise thy Lord?
That he should find a tongue and vocal thunder,
Was a great wonder.
But O methinks 'tis a far greater one
That thou find'st none.

Richard Crashaw
Tags: faith, poetry

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