Locked doors

I am in my office listening to the compressor on the drinking fountain.  Everyone has gone home for the day, except me.  It*s the later afternoon window before the evening activities begin... choir practice, Zumba, ESL, and AA.  I have a client tonight.  Actually, I enjoy the quiet.  It allows me to consider what I might do outside these walls.  This has been a week in which nothing has gone as planned.  Still... things have happened... some rather dramatic... if I can only sit still long enough to wrap my mind around them...

Different days I sit

In different places.

I consider service

Outside the church walls

Even as I sit within,

Sit in the office,

Half underground

Half above.

My consciousness slides up and down

With the barometer.

Snow is surely on its way.

I am the only one

In this big church building.

The doors are locked.

Nothing I planned this week

Has emerged the way

I thought it would.

All the doors are locked

For safety*s sake.

I know Jesus passes through

Locked doors

And out again.

I consider service

Outside the church walls.