I enter the church,
empty and glowing with the morning sun,
not a soul here save mine.
Call me greedy, but at times,
I need you to myself.
About this poem
This started out as a long, long poem, but in the end, I whittled it down to its essence.
The picture is from the tiny church in Vermont that I pastor, Rupert United Methodist. In times of struggle, you might well find me there alone. But I am not.