The Other Prodigal

There's a ring around the moon tonight.

Let me slip it on your finger.
Put on the robe of righteousness,
And roast the fatted calf.

For it was you who hung the moon,
And you who brought the night clouds close,
And you who took

Way more than just your half.

But let me join the party now
Without a shred of bitterness.
Let me know, beyond a doubt,
That everything is fine.

Let me forget the goatless nights,
And aching feet of tireless chores.
Let me remember only this,
That all things are surely mine.

-jenn long