The dove descending
Breaks the air with flame
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
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 cannot remove.
We only live, only suspire
Consumed by either fire or fire.

Organizing my notepad app on my phone, I came across these words and liked them–not sure of the author.