Bereft by the road-side

I sit,
ruminate;
it rolled in
unknowing I was.

Never do I lose
hope
never did it seem closer
Destiny is My
child
I left her behind  
alone
       bereft
                by the side of the road.

Come ,
Be with Me
again, He said,
what would fain be another.

Nay,
whispered the little black
crawly things  
slowly filling His mind.

Rancorous, swift  
Taken again and again
       Left like an empty vessel,
a cracked
pot,
that fissure widening

nothing left to give
       Nothing left to be.

Gone
as tendrils of thought
in the censored visions
of His heart