Substance

I read these lines written by Dante and something in me sings. He writes this just before entering the Inferno ... this is what I wish happens to me as I move into my own burning fire, held together by the awareness that all of me is bound by the brilliant union of love.

In that Abyss I saw how love held bound

Into one volume all the leaves whose flight

Is scattered through the universe around;

How substance, accident, and mode unite,

Fused, so to speak, together, in such wise

That this I tell of: one simple light.