The other side of God

God said my poems are passionate, “too passionate,”
which I felt was the last thing anyone would say about my poems,
God is considering getting rather strict with me, because I cannot
leave behind the fathoms and shapes of structured glass
of my youth

Now God wants to me train an “angel” or spirit created just for me
who will forever be the human age 24 to not be caught up
in the compassion of misdirected love

I felt God gave me a 24 year old to punish me,
I am meant to take care of this angel or spirit
because my marriage failed and God blames me
for not taking care of my wife,
like a stereotypical patriarch
as though the economy did not crash
when we were young, though
she became extremely abusive
while I was extremely ill
I left that section of the country
I am apparently supposed to sponge it up
like my father’s generation
a generation that failed at parenting

Now I have offended God.
He left
It’s just me
And her behind me
Silent
While I do not know what to say