providence

boldly, there are those who claim providence over fire and fields, over torment and rest.

these are certain in their loving-kindness: "he who lies with man as with woman" said through upturned sorrow, consolation crushed under certainty.

what hell is this where my love resides? what torment is there where he waits?

bolder still, I proclaim: there is no place which, having seen his face, could remain hell; there is no bed of grass which, lacking echo of his light voice, could be called heaven.