Donkey Pride and Palms
The wind sighs in my ears,
My eyes trace his shadow stretching across the grass
My back stiffens with donkey pride
No man has ridden me, no man will.
I toss my head challenging the wind,
Challenging Him.
My soul follows the wind
Unbound by heart.
Clouds of dust follow
The sandals of the two men,
Who came for me.
My master slipped a halter around my neck,
A rope around my pride
The wind returned my soul
Cracked and broken
They led me to the shadow man,
Who searched my heart through his eyes,
And my soul welcomed back freedom.
I smoothed several palms with my feet,
He rode me to Jerusalem
I returned alone with a broken heart.
But now I know him
And He challenges me.
