THE DAY THE DEVIL CRIED

 

The day the devil cried is not marked on any common calendar.

It began in a realm outside of time--an event directed from Eternity.

Some believe the event became visible to our world around 16 B.C.

And some commemorate the event on the 8th day of every September.

Nevertheless, it was a day the devil feared, yes, dreaded.

And when the event took place, his passion raged,

and his defiance brimmed over with the hot tears of his twisted angst.

He suspected, oh yes, he felt it--a subtle rift in his kingdom,

a sharp quiver in his heart.

A small crack appeared in the vault of his chamber.

Hidden between layers of rock and realities,

a mysterious spring of water came to life.

Without hesitating, that pure water began its journey into his realm,

a slow fall of drops, like a soft lament, one tear at a time.

Drip...drip...drip... echoed throughout his infernal empire,

like the last labored breaths of hell's own dying.

Suddenly a breeze brushed past the devil's face.

But it wasn't a mere movement of air.

No.  It was a breath--alive, human, intelligent.

It murmured and whispered in mystical tones, "Fiat! Fiat!"

It recalled to his mind the war in Heaven,

his pride, his defiance, his defeat.  

It spoke of ancient mysteries and memories of Eden:

the lie and the forbidden fruit,

the fall and enslavement of humanity.

Oh, how that delicate breath sighed and moaned,

mourning over the Kingdom the devil had stolen.

But there was also Eden's prophecy!

Ah, yes! The prophecy!

 After the devil deceived Eve, God pronounced 

a prophecy to the devil himself:

"I will put enmity between you and the woman,

between your seed and her seed:

she shall crush your head,

and you will only bruise her heel."

(Genesis 3:15)