Song of the Donkey
Jemima huddled in the shadows of the stall, doing her best to make no movement. Every breath caused pain to spike her bruised ribs, then turned to a dull ache which flowed through her young body.
The evening light was fading, and she glanced around, only to find herself staring into the curious eyes of a donkey foal.
For a time, the two youngsters watched each other. Then Jemima spoke. “Hello.”
The donkey blew a snuffly breath in response.
“You and I match,” the girl whispered. “We’re both lowly work servants. But I shall call you Pazia because it means ‘golden’, and you are beautiful no matter your station in life.” She leaned toward Pazia with her hand extended in friendship. The donkey shied away and stomped her hooves.
Jemima sighed and lay back, resting in the clean hay. She distracted herself from the pain in her ribs by singing softly under her breath. Her father had taught her many Psalms from the Torah. Singing them always helped make it feel as though he were still here, and that all was well. “T'rahnaynah s'fatai kee atzamrah-lach v'nafsee asher pahdeeta.”
Jemima gasped and sat up. “What?”
She stared at Pazia with her mouth open. “Was that you? You rude donkey,” she scolded softly, a hand absentmindedly rubbing her ribs. “I was singing of praising Yahweh and shouting for joy.”
As the last words escaped her lips, the donkey once again brayed. Jemima caught her breath. “You are praising with me! You know who your Creator is, don’t you?”
They continued the song together, and this time Pazia let the girl pat her neck. “Gam-l'shonee kal-ha'yom teh'geh tseedkatehka kee-v'shoo kee-chafroo m'vakshai ra'atee.”
An angry voice from the main house interrupted their music. “Shut up out there, you stupid ass! Jemima? Get in here!”
“Do you suppose those who seek our hurt will be shamed some day, like it says?” She stroked the animal. “It’s straight from the Scriptures, you know.” She snickered. “I’d like to see that!”
Another coarse yell from the house made her scramble for the door. She kicked a dirty clump of hay as she passed, muttering, “Not like it’ll really happen. Yahweh doesn’t pay mind to ones like us.”
As the dreary days went by, Jemima found herself spending more and more time with her shaggy new friend, and many a trouble was poured into the donkey’s long ears.
One day, when Jemima stepped out of the house to fetch water, she was shocked to see two men right in front of her, stealing Pazia. She screamed, panic clutching her stomach.
Her master ran from behind her, bellowing at them, “What do you think you are doing?!”
The two men turned, faces pale. One of them stammered, “The, the Lord, has need of him.”
Master snorted. “Right. The Lord wants an unbroken donkey.” His face grew red, and he was striding toward the thieves when he spotted Jemima watching the men in horror, reaching toward Pazia. His face turned into a sneer and he swept a hand toward the men. “Go ahead. Take the ass.”
The men exchanged glances. They turned the way they had come, the young donkey trailing behind.
Her master’s callous laughter gave wings to Jemima’s feet, as she stumbled after Pazia. “Please! Pazia is of no use to you. She is not trained. She’s only a worthless foal.”
The short man turned to her and she braced for the blow that was sure to come. But he only smiled. “There are none who are worthless in the Lord’s eyes. Jesus the Messiah has returned to redeem us all.”
Jemima stopped short. The men disappeared into the crowd, but she could only stand like a statue. Jesus the Messiah. She had heard of this healer--everyone had. She’d even seen him once. But the Messiah?
She did not know how long she stood there before a loud commotion jerked her to reality. A few streets over a huge crowd was shouting, and over the din she could hear--oh no!--She could hear Pazia braying. Her little body squeezed easily through the crowd.
There was Pazia, marching right down the middle of the road. And on the back of the shy foal, who would let no one but Jemima touch her, rode Jesus Himself.
All around her the crowd was yelling, “Hosanna! Save us! Blessed is the One who comes in the name of Yahweh.” They pulled their coats off and laid them right upon the dirty road. Palm branches waved, and lined the path with fresh greenery.
Through it all, Jemima could hear the rough braying of the donkey. Yet to Jemima’s ears, and perhaps even Jesus’, the noise was a melody. For she knew it was Pazia’s praise song--a song of worship to the Redeemer Messiah, Himself.
Based on Mark 11:1-10.
Jemima’s song is Ps. 71:23-24, transliterated into Hebrew by Jezreel Cohen.
© 2006 Amy Michelle Wiley
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Excellent story. This shows great talent. This story deserves to be published in a Christian magazine. You were the first person to visit my poem and my article. That shows you have a good heart. Blessings to you, JK
How you put the psalm that was sung in Hebrew made me feel as though I was right in the holy land. I enjoyed this immensely. I love reading things from a different perspective. Sometimes when we read the bible we don't think about others experiences at that particular period of time. Obviously you do!
Amy, I love your imagination! What an imaginative way to tell the story of the donkey that Jesus rode on. I have heard many versions of the donkey story, but this is my favorite. I am so glad that you are using your writing skills to bring Bible stories to those who may otherwise not read them. Keep it up.
HI Amy, A very enjoyable read. I really loved it. Thanks for sharing it. Linda Creech
Beautifully written! This is a real gem. I love that way that you brought it altogether and revealed truth