The coyote turns her head back toward the past, a series of events added up over time. What we see as divine destiny in this Eden we have built, the trickster sees as one single catastrophe, continually piling up, ruin by ruin. The angel would like to quit wandering, to return, and with a pair of tongs, take a hot ember from the fire and touch our lips and heal us. She would like to stay and awaken us from the dead, and make whole what we have destroyed.

But, she cannot.

A storm is brewing, the winds are blowing, and she must continue her wandering. It is propelling her forward with a voice of communion in her song, "May your hearts not be fat, your ears heavy, your eyes shut. May you see with your eyes, may you hear with your ears, may you understand with your heart and be healed." (Isaiah 6:10)

This is her song. We only need to listen.