Your big toe

Your big toe
 
The entire village awoke to find
 the rabbit hunter felling trees with an axe.
 
‘What are you doing?’ everyone asked.
‘Building a new snare,’ he said.  ‘My old one is crushed.’
 
‘A snare larger than a house?’ they questioned.
‘The old snare,’ he replied, ‘was meant for rabbits,
 
but an elephant showed up!’  O Beloved,
long ago, when I thought I had a choice,
 
I pondered becoming Your lover.  You looked small
enough to throw my arms around.
 
Now I can’t cast the net of my imagination
far enough to wrap around Your big toe.
 
O child of God, amid the Beloved’s immensity and chaos,
quickly abandon all strategies and concepts.

                                   (from A Jewel in the Dust, 2011)