Outside And In Poem by David Taylor

I went to church last night.
Not that I often do,
but it is that time of year
to bring good spirits
and good cheer to all.
The beginning of winter,
end of fall, advent time for all.
The church imposing
full of light, approached
with steps so light,
anticipating a glorious night
to celebrate the coming of Jesus Christ.

Up the steps I gaily trod
to reach that door of God.
With many others, all neatly shod,
best clothes and more modest garb
that kept the inner warmth
and repelled the evening chill.
Under the portico, a sheltered place
to stand, fall still, before inside we go,
there upon the floor
a figure huddled near the door.
Sleeping rough? It seemed so,
and still; lying in repose.

Why outside not in?
Should I intervene,
bring in this man from the cold
for the service to behold?
I did not disturb his slumber
but thanked him for his message.
Inside I went and did my best
not to reside outside His love
but arise, wake up
and enter in His house above.