A poet once said that

"Love is a dog from hell."

I think he got the location completely wrong. But if anyone thinks I am trying to soften the blow by evoking the hound of heaven, they clearly have never been pursued by holy fire.

It isn't pleasant. It isn't meant to be.

That same poet elsewhere described love as an early fog, a mist that goes away with the morning sun.

Sure. Our love can be like that. And maybe a hell-hound will give up the chase after awhile.

But God as a bloodhound is relentless. He is the kind of hunting dog that you will lose in the woods because of his ferocious dedication to treeing the prey.

God's love is not the fog that dissipates with the sun. It IS the sun.