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.