Curtal sonnet

Moon and Son

The great round moon is nailed to the night sky
Like Ahab’s coin is nailed to Pequod’s mast
And tempts the passions of the common soul
To one who spies the whale, this coin!” the cry.
The  number promising the moon is vast
Yet Ahab’s offers were to take control.
And so man’s earthly aim is just the same
But He who placed the moon forgives the past
And promises to heal and make us whole
Relying on the sweet and precious name
His Son