Hell's Great Pain

It's not the molten lake of fire,
The dungeons dark and damp.
The heaving mass of mournful souls
Upon whom we might tramp.

That makes of Hell the savage place
We dare not ever go.
And makes us tread the narrow path
To Heaven, don't you know.

No, these are but the manifest
Of symbols we might use,
Just to give our little children
Advice on which to choose.

The savage pain endured in Hell
Is yet more true and real,
If you should ever feel the love
That Heaven can reveal.

I know this for I ventured there
For oh so brief a time.
And felt the love of God's embrace,
His glory so sublime.

It came to me in such a dream
As I cannot explain.
And satisfied my mortal soul
So much, I felt no pain.

The lesson that I learned from this
Came after I awoke,
And realized I lived again
Encoiled in mortal yoke.

So this, in truth, is all we need
To know of Hell's great pain.
The knowledge of the love we'll lose
And never know again.

by GREENWOLFE 1962

Comments (35)

very vividly written. such wonders and thoughts I dnt think I have ever encountered.
very nice poem i like it alot
this is probably the best poem i have ever read. you touched on the subject with an unequaled talent. thanx
I wish to write as good as you you are of someone to look up too indeed. good poem, Bravo!
Another well-penned poem of deep thinking. I enjoy your work. Mark
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