Be Patient

“Let me go!” she screamed at the sun. “Let me be free,” she pleaded with the moon.

“Let me join you above the world,” she cried. “I want to be beautiful, like you.”

The sun beat down his answer, burning her scalp, leaving her raw with humanity. The message was clear: “You must remain here.”

The moon was gentler in her rejection. Her cool, white light soothed her burns, saying: “You will be alright here.”

For days on end she did not sleep, talking to the sun and moon. “Gravity is so heavy. I just want to float.”

The sun reminded her: “You would have to die first.”

She said nothing.

The moon reminded her: “You will die anyways. Be patient.”

“You are right,” she sighed. “But it seems so far away.”

“Be patient, ” said the moon. “Be patient.”