Albeit a bit Early...
In an earlier post (now thankfully deleted) I made mention of my earliest indiscretion..
When I was fifteen (15) years old... I did sell my Salvation. This is not precisely the same as selling one's soul. That comes easy, believe it or not. Many sell their souls, without knowing it.. To many different gods.. Though often the most urbane..
Sad Television, Drugs or even, greatest among them all (I guess) Rex Mundi...
This was not my path... I sold not my soul, but my Salvation. I had accepted Christ... I had been most properly and thoroughly Baptised... And I gave it up, in a bargain.
I made bargains with Her Grace... That upon my death, I would most assuredly know the fires of Hell.. That every Tear that I ever made within my Life, I would indeed Weep. The full weight of my Life I would bear.. Every tear, every Smile... That I would fully Know, without excuse, whether or not I had been a Good Boy...
In exchange? But one thing... One tiny, startling Thing... That when the woman I loved did achieve Hell.. I would be there to hold her hand... She would not brave Hell alone. My love, broken and utterly shattered as it was... Some remote part of my soul would be there.. And hold her hand... Offer her comfort in her time of Reckoning...
For in long days since her exile... So rare, so impossible this feat.. That a Saved Boy would damn himself for Love..
And all may suffer, who do not know the Fury of such Love...
