Runaway

Sometimes

I have to run away

from the empty

crowd, the grinding

intersection of monologues,

word collisions

and the din

of endless doings.



Sometimes

I have to run away

to find fellowship

in solitude, the creamy

balm of silence

for parched edges of soul,

new strength

from the Wind.



Sometimes

I have to run away

to wait

in a quiet chapel of thought

until

the Lord above tells me

who I am.



--Marilyn Black Phemister



Copyright 1997 by Marilyn Black Phemister