God's love for me (the teachings say)
is like the love of a father for his son.
But, also like the love
a lion has for the gazelle.
Timid, vulnerable, harmless, one day
the gazelle will become the lion -
after it has been chased down,
torn limb from limb and devoured.
The teachings advise the gazelle -
stop running; stop evading; stop postponing
the inevitable. Turn and hurry
towards the dauntless pursuer,
towards those mighty, terrible jaws.
Unless you want to go on and on running -
fragile, quick, easily-spooked gazelle -
from your destined encounter with the king.
O child of God, you speak of love
as if you knew the meaning of the word.