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Once upon a \u201cOdd,\u201d The Moon When she \u201cI have And she The old man And then the \u201cOh, go back And the dog, Then something \u201cWhat is it The dog \u201cI\u2019m tired,\u201d That\u2019s when Surrounded He gasped Yes, she was And the \u201cIt\u2019s time,\u201d And with <\/span> Copyright Joseph Anthony of the Wonder Child Blog<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Once upon a time the Moon cast a radiant smile upon the night. Through the web of trees her attention was drawn to an old man sitting alone on a tree stump in his backward. \u201cOdd,\u201d thought the Moon, \u201cIt\u2019s three-thirty in the morning. Why is he up?\u201d The Moon gently reached down and explored […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[16],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/221"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=221"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/221\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=221"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=221"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=221"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\ntime the Moon cast a radiant smile upon the night. Through the web of trees her attention was
\ndrawn to an old man sitting alone on a tree stump in his backward.
\nthought the Moon, \u201cIt\u2019s three-thirty in the morning. Why is he up?\u201d
\ngently reached down and explored the old man\u2019s soul, for that is one of the Moon\u2019s
\nmain jobs you know. With loving fingers
\nthat dripped with compassion she found what she was looking for\u2014a wound.
\nfound the tender place, she drew herself up, and summoned the notes to her song. They gathered around her, awaiting her
\ncommand.
\nfound a little kingdom, war-torn and ragged; let us begin our holy work.\u201d
\nstarted to sing. The notes of her
\nsong\u2014silvery, luminous, and blossoming, wove their way through the stars, gathering
\nlight as they descended. They rivered through
\nthe trees, gathering dew as they went, and eventually sifted their way into the
\nold man\u2019s soul, like fireflies illuminating the darkness.
\nsuddenly found himself rocking like a little boy, his arms clasped around his
\nknees. He missed her so. And as his soul began resonating with the
\nglowing thrum of the Moon\u2019s song, tears formed in his eyes. They rose from the springs hidden in the dark
\nsoil of his grief. They welled up, like
\nwaves to touch the shores of his suffering.
\nThey were drawn upwards, like water from the earth to nourish the roots
\nof the cherry blossoms. And he
\nwept. Flooded with tears he wept, mouth
\nopen, heart open, wound open, he wept. He
\nlooked to the sky. The Moon smiled her
\nsmile of deepest tenderness. Her notes whirled around and within him filling
\nhim with light and healing dew.
\nMoon gave her silent whistle and called the old man\u2019s dog to his side. It obeyed, quietly padding its way to where
\nthe old man sat.
\nto sleep,\u201d wept the old man tousling the top of the dog\u2019s head. \u201cI\u2019m OK.
\nI just miss her so much.\u201d And
\nthen the tears overtook him again and he rocked some more to the Moon\u2019s
\nshimmering music.
\nhearing her music, wagged its tail. It
\nlifted a paw onto the old man\u2019s knee.
\nThe old man scratched the dog behind its ears. They sat this way for a long time, the old
\nman, the Moon, and his dog.
\ncaught the dog\u2019s attention. It tilted
\nhis head and began to bark. It turned
\naway and ran towards the field, stopping and staring into the night. It trotted back barking at the old man.
\ngirl?\u201d asked the old man sniffling.
\n\u201cWhat\u2019s out there?\u201d
\nbarked again running back and forth between the old man and the edge of the
\nMoon-lit field.
\nsaid the old man, \u201cit\u2019s too late for a walk.\u201d
\n
\nhe saw her.
\nby a gently pulsing orb of light\u2014she stood in the field–watching him.
\nand clutched his chest. His world
\ntoppled like a bowl from a shelf. He stood and without realizing it began to
\nrun.
\nthere. As the old man neared, calling
\nher name, she lifted her arms clad in robes of light. She was smiling as he fell into her waiting
\nembrace. His heart broke open with tears
\nand his wailing cries of relief and rejoicing filled the night sky.
\nMoon, weeping herself, called the angels around her.
\nshe said, \u201cprepare the welcoming feast.\u201d
\nthat, she pulled a thin veil over her face and turned slowly away to give the
\nold man and his dear wife some tender time alone.<\/p>\n