A Truer Idea of Hell

Oh, God's pure love is like the sun's bright heat,
and sins are dirt ground deep into the soul.
Love burns all burnables its bright heat meets.

The clean souls find their place upon a seat
in blinding heat, much closer on the whole.
Oh, God's pure love is like the sun's bright heat.

So this is hell, the distance from the meet,
where burnables remain, to take not toll.
Love burns all burnables its bright heat meets.

With love, God sends away those not found meet,
who can't withstand the heat of love so whole.
Oh, God's pure love is like the sun's bright heat.

At distance, impure ones don't die in heat.
So far away, the lightless cold's a hole.
Love burns all burnables its bright heat meets.

To saints, nonburnable, God's love is sweet.
The dirt of sinners lights aflame like coal.
Oh, God's pure love is like the sun's bright heat.
Love burns all burnables its bright heat meets.

(C)2008, Christos Rigakos