In continuity with last blog………..
The dove descending breaks the air
With flame of incandescent terror
Of which the tongues declare
The one discharge from sin and error.
The only hope or else despair
Lies in the choice of pyre or pyre-
To be redeemed from fire by fire
Who then devised the torment? Love.
Love is the unfamiliar Name
Behind the hands that wove
The intolerable shirt of flame
Which human power can not remove.
We only live, only suspire
Consumed by either fire or fire.
– T.S Eliot, ‘Little Gidding’