in my very intense and apparently misunderstood as a religious poem, https://medium.com/write-under-the-moon/the-joy-of-murdered-souls-a9c931461f29, I almost used your phrase but instead chose elemental love

Peter stands and solemnly raises his hands

Hush haunts the air

Judgment imminent

Gate beneath closes and above opens

All victims wearing wings appear

Happy, so happy, holding hands, their smiling eyes meet those of the families

filled with elemental love

For the context, you'll have to read the full poem