CW15: The Moon Is Round

Prompt: Read The Giving Tree by Shel Silverstein, and then write your own extended metaphor. Choose an object or event in nature that a child can relate to in order to illustrate an important or spiritual lesson.

As soon as I looked at this assignment ( yesterday night around ten o’clock), I knew I would write about the moon. The title of this piece is actually a code-phrase that Mollie and I adopted from Jim Elliot’s journal. It was an expression that Jim used to remind himself of God’s unchanging character. Saying “the moon is round” reminds us that no matter what we see, we can trust that God is good. Dedicated to my sweet Haitian “ti fi” — girls, always remember that God is good

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The full moon hung low in the inky purple sky , looking down on the sleeping land. Far below, a girl slid open her second story window and gazed up at the moon.

“The moon is round tonight,” she whispered quietly into the cool night air.

And far up in the sky, the moon heard her whisper.

“The moon is always round,” he whispered back.

Then the girl fell asleep under his gentle glow, snuggled up beneath quilts in her bed beside the window. The next day, she ate cinnamon rolls for breakfast and played imaginary games with her little sister. Together they climbed the willow, chased the birds, and hid beneath the sumac trees like Indians.

The girl loved life and for a long time afterward, she paid no attention to the moon or the passing of seasons. And the moon waxed, and the moon waned.

Then one day, the girl moved across the country to a new house and a city that she didn’t like at all. She noticed that she couldn’t see the stars anymore because of the city’s lights. But she could still see the moon. So she walked onto her back porch to gaze at him. He seemed smaller than last time. Less round.

“Are you still round, moon?” she asked him doubtfully.

“I am always round,” replied the moon from high in the inky purple sky.

Life sped forward for the girl and she often forgot to look out her window at the waxing-waning moon. Until one day, she flew far across the ocean to an island in the Caribbean sea. Hispaniola–an island cut across the middle, through the heart. One side bleeds harder than the other. Haiti.  The girl spent her days there holding babies in urine soaked diapers, braiding bracelets with delightful new friends, and reading to the children who listened. She loved them. And they were orphans. Her heart broke for the island, for the kids.

In the morning, before the sun rose, she sat on the concrete roof of the guest house, looking out over the darkness that was Port-Au-Prince. And there, low in the black-blue sky, she saw a sliver of the moon.

“You do not look round at all,” she accused him.

“The moon is always round,” he replied. “Always-forever-round.”

“Why don’t you you look it?” she cried in frustration.

“Shadows.” He whispered into the morning. “Shadows can never change me. They can only change what you see.”

And the next night, the girl could not see the moon at all.

She left Haiti the following day, flew back to the states, to plenty. But she never forgot her friends, the orphans, or the missing moon.

Then one day, she looked out her window again. She hadn’t looked in a very long time. There, swelling and full, she saw the moon.

“Round?” she asked.

“Always and forever,” he answered.

“Even then?” she asked.

“Even then.”

Shadows?” she asked.

“Shadows,” he answered.

And she believed him with all of her heart.

7 Comments

  1. Aak! I’ve tried to make it a rule for myself this school year not to read someone else’s post before I’ve finished the assignment myself, but yours looked so interesting, with the pretty pictures of the moon and the intriguing title…and then I realized I had read all the way to the end. And it was sooo good! I loved how simple and elegant it was! How it was told so that even a child could understand, yet also in such a way that reading it multiple times brings forth new understanding and contemplation! Thanks so much for sharing Angela!

  2. this was so beautiful, angela. as christine said, it was simple enough that a child could understand it, but it had a sincere depth that someone older could read into. you have such a lovely, simple style that is so pleasant to read. wonderful job!

  3. This was amazing. I love the sweet feeling you get when you read this, and how comforting it is. The moon seems so kind. The writing was very well-done!

  4. Angela, this is truly touching. This actually got me a little teary–and I don’t normally cry! Great work; I think we’ve all been there were we have times where the going is good and we sort of forget God. And then, we see injustices and malevolency and evil in the world, and there we have to ask God “Where are you?!!” I must say, this is awesome, because it is from the heart. You poured all of your heart and soul into this, and that is what makes this beautiful. You really do have a heart for the people of Haiti. May God bless you! In all honesty, I really feel like this is way deeper than anything C.S. Lewis could write! Great work! I mean it!

  5. Oh, my…Angela, this is a excellent. The simplicity of the dialogue between the girl and the moon spoke so much on so many levels. Like Blair and Christine said, anyone can relate to it. *applause!*

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