I like G. K. Chesterton on many levels. As a personality he was both deep and flambouyant (he was either an Enneagram 5 or a 4 with a strong wing of either of those). His classic work, Orthodoxy helped me define my theological center. This is one of my favorite poems of his, a playful perspective on Palm Sunday.
The Donkey
When fishes flew and forests walked
And figs grew upon thorn,
Some moment when the moon was blood
Then surely I was born;
With monstrous head and sickening cry
And ears like errant wings,
The devil’s walking parody
On all four-footed things.
The tattered outlaw of the earth,
Of ancient crooked will;
Starve, scourge, deride me: I am dumb,
I keep my secret still.
Fools! For I also had my hour;
One far fierce hour and sweet:
There was a shout about my ears,
And palms before my feet.
—G. K. Chesterton
(graphic by Israel Galindo)
