God does not love him

God does not love him anymore:
he carries his satchel on a shoulder strap;
grey hair, cautious walk
eyes cast down
looking for pitfalls.

Doesn't remember when
God stopped caring;
too long ago to feel differently
or to expect to feel
anything but worse.

First it was minor setbacks
loss of clients, beaten in the field
then loss of job, abandoned by wife
his children hugged him stiffly
with averted eyes.

When he accepted his lot
he gave up complaining
focused on defense works;
what he wouldn't give
for a good moat.
God will not love him ever again.