The Damned Beloved
Once upon a time, the spirit of a blessed
lady entered Heaven. She looked all over Heaven, but she did not find her beloved.
“Death did you part,” said the Angels in
unison, for they spoke as one. “He is in the other place. Go there and suffer
with him, or stay here in bliss without him.”
“But I miss him. I remember him. I
love him.”
“Grief has no place here. So forget
memory. Forget love.”
“But memory is who I am. Love is my
choice.”
“Forget who you are. Forget choice. Be
not you, or leave.”
The lady smiled. She said, “I am I.”
The clouds parted beneath her feet,
and she fell.
She fell for seven days and seven
nights. The harsh cold wind of falling stripped off her feathers, one by one.
She crashed onto the pavement of Hell, not far from where her beloved lay,
bound in chains.
He saw her crash, he broke his chains,
he rose and he rushed to her side. He carried her to shelter; there he tended to
her wounds. Eventually she recovered, and they emerged from shelter.
Outside they found, not his Hell, but
the gates of her Heaven. They flew through the open gates and found no-one there
but each other.
Moral: Love is true
Heaven.
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