The God Who Loves You
It must be troubling for the
god who loves you
To ponder how much happier you'd be today
Had you been
able to glimpse your many futures.
It must be painful for him to watch you on
Friday evenings
Driving home from the office, content with your
week—
Three fine houses sold to deserving families—
Knowing as he does
exactly what would have happened
Had you gone to your second choice for
college,
Knowing the roommate you'd have been allotted
Whose ardent
opinions on painting and music
Would have kindled in you a lifelong
passion.
A life thirty points above the life you're living
On any scale of
satisfaction. And every point
A thorn in the side of the god who loves
you.
You don't want that, a large-souled man like you
Who tries to
withhold from your wife the day's disappointments
So she can save her empathy
for the children.
And would you want this god to compare your wife
With
the woman you were destined to meet on the other campus?
It hurts you to
think of him ranking the conversation
You'd have enjoyed over there higher in
insight
Than the conversation you're used to.
And think how this loving
god would feel
Knowing that the man next in line for your wife
Would have
pleased her more than you ever will
Even on your best days, when you really
try.
Can you sleep at night believing a god like that
Is pacing his cloudy
bedroom, harassed by alternatives
You're spared by ignorance? The difference
between what is
And what could have been will remain alive for him
Even
after you cease existing, after you catch a chill
Running out in the snow for
the morning paper,
Losing eleven years that the god who loves you
Will
feel compelled to imagine scene by scene
Unless you come to the rescue by
imagining him
No wiser than you are, no god at all, only a friend
No
closer than the actual friend you made at college,
The one you haven't
written in months. Sit down tonight
And write him about the life you can talk
about
With a claim to authority, the life you've witnessed,
Which for all
you know is the life you've chosen.
~ Carl Dennis ~
(Practical
Gods)
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