The Coyote's Moon
Beneath a sky of velvet blue, Where silver stars were scattered wide, A lonely coyote wandered tiredly through. Towards wildness he could not hide. He had heard there was somewhere beyond what he knew, A place where the broken could finally be true. They called it Paradise, a beautiful place, Where nothing was lost, and all sorrow gave way. But the coyote scoffed, “That cannot be true. A creature like me could never get through. I’ve wandered too far, and I’ve wandered too long. My heart has been wretched, and my footsteps been wrong.” Then high in the heavens, serene and bright, The Moon answered softly, “I’ve watched you each night.” The coyote looked upward. “You’ve watched me?” he said. “Through every dark valley? Through every road dread?” “I’ve seen where you stumbled. I’ve seen where you strayed. I’ve seen every choice and the debts you have paid. But listen, dear coyote, there’s something you miss: You think you must change to be worthy of this.” The coyote grew still as the n...
