The Fire of Love

I dreamed I was
in The Hereafter,
where it turns out
One can sign up
for Classes to
satisfy One’s Eternal
Thirst for Adventure.

I signed up for
The Fire of Love.

I showed up for
the first session
with My backpack of
Student supplies and
My Diary of Lessons Learned.

There was an Angel
posted at the Door,
Who required
I Surrender
My pack, to be searched.

I was stunned.
Did They Fear Someone
would sneak in a weapon?

“Oh, no,”
The Bright One laughed,
“but We must search
Your Diary.”
I handed It over and
some loose leaf pages
fell to the floor.

The Angel scooped them up.
I had titled them
“A Comprehensive List of
My Wrongdoings.”

“Follow Me,” She said,
and led me outside
to a Group
warming Themselves
at a dancing Fire.

We joined Them
and She
handed Me
My List.

“We call This
the Fire of Love.

“You do the Honor.”

(Photo by Jim Chesek; UnSplash)