I went to church last night. <br />Not that I often do, <br />but it is that time of year <br />to bring good spirits <br />and good cheer to all. <br />The beginning of winter, <br />end of fall, advent time for all. <br />The church imposing <br />full of light, approached <br />with steps so light, <br />anticipating a glorious night <br />to celebrate the coming of Jesus Christ. <br /> <br />Up the steps I gaily trod <br />to reach that door of God. <br />With many others, all neatly shod, <br />best clothes and more modest garb <br />that kept the inner warmth <br />and repelled the evening chill. <br />Under the portico, a sheltered place <br />to stand, fall still, before inside we go, <br />there upon the floor <br />a figure huddled near the door. <br />Sleeping rough? It seemed so, <br />and still; lying in repose. <br /> <br />Why outside not in? <br />Should I intervene, <br />bring in this man from the cold <br />for the service to behold? <br />I did not disturb his slumber <br />but thanked him for his message. <br />Inside I went and did my best <br />not to reside outside His love <br />but arise, wake up <br />and enter in His house above.<br /><br />David Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/outside-and-in-2/
