Jesus’ Jackass

by A. Sea Herndon

Jesus’ Jackass

I am not much to look at

and rather worse to smell,

but every lowly jackass

has his tale to tell:

They brought me to the Master;

He gently climbed aboard,

and this wonky little donkey

for a moment bore the Lord.

The people cried, “Hosanna!”

laid palm fronds in His path.

We sauntered to the City;

I stopped and munched some grass.

I really do not have the mind

to fully understand

except He uses simple stuff

to carry out His plan.

Bread and wine and fishermen

and fuck-ups He does choose,

and even one as dumb as me,

a jackass, He can use.

Happy Passover to my Jewish Brothers & Sisters & Happy Holy Week!