A Donkey Cries Poem by Phillip HendyDavies

Today I thought I heard a donkey cry
Its mellow sullen chesty noise begs to ask the question why?
Can it be that it once carried Jesus upon its back
Leaving an inprint of the cross as its personal plaque
It started out so well in the manger, as a witness to the baby Jesus's birth
And again on the hilly road as portage to the gardens of Gethsemane, so full of laughter and mirth
Yet when it came to the difficult and treacherous final climb
No donkey came forward to help ease the heavy wooden cross over the line
Its sullen appearance and mournful hollow calls have just a hint of insanity
As it now belies the burden it carries for the whole of humanity
So if in the future you hear this mournful call
Give some sort of understanding for the grace to ask forgiveness to cover us all.