Just a Poem

In ties of purple and red

I sit in church; but inside my head

I walk in desert lands: that are my home.

In ties of purple and red,

I leave the road

And wander instead.

In ties of purple and red

I cry silent tears for those without bread

To eat on this rainy morning.

I wait patiently as the flute plays; therein

The empty place in my heart

Wonders when life will begin.