A Good Cry, an Underfable

     A Good Cry

        An Underfable

 

        Once upon a time, the Blessed of Heaven gathered around Tertullian’s Well. They grasped its edge, and leaned far over to look far down. Deep in the Well they could see deep Hell, where the Damned were burning and wailing and cursing.

        Half of the Blessed enjoyed that spectacle. Assured of their superiority, they laughed in scorn. The other half of the Blessed grieved, and they wept tears of compassion.

        The laughers, heavy with spite, slipped, tumbled, and fell down into Hell. The weepers, their souls lightened, flew up higher into Heaven.

        And as they rose, their tears fell upon Hell, first as a mist, then as drizzle, then as showers and torrents. Their pure tears quenched the fires of Hell, and healed the wounds of the Damned.

        The Damned arose from the damp ashes. Half of them unfurled wings that they had not known they had, and they ascended to Heaven.

 

        Moral: Let it all out.

 

        Comment: I imagine that Tertullian himself fell down his Well; and later, I pray, was redeemed.