'Donkey's Years Ago' by Iaian Wade

05/03/2008

The cross I carry on my back

where summer children ride

no longer crucifies the man

whose teachings never died.

 

Injustice hammered home its pain

into my sacred cross

but Love remained omnipotent

despite its heavy loss.

 

This beach is not Jerusalem

where donkey’s years ago

I felt His dignity and grace

and heard hosannas flow.

 

 

My life may be monotonous

and filled with drudgery

but I remember carrying

the Christ who set man free.