On a Chair Outside a Church

On a chair outside a church
I wait in anticipation
the chill in the air touches my face.
Reminding me it's Fall and not quite Winter.

I wait to see the first morning light land
on the leaves of orange across from me.
And as it does,
I ponder the reasons for change, and the seasons of life,
or rather the season of change and the reason for life.
I contemplate the complexities of this universe
and the simplicities of a song sang by a sparrow.
On a chair outside a church

As I wait in anticipation
for a few hundred people about to walk through those doors.
I've done all I needed to do.
I've turned on the lights and I've heated the rooms.
I now rest with the work complete.
Everything is ready and no one is here as I wait
On a chair outside a church.

I think of those about to arrive,
how they'll see me and smile
yet not know that I was here before the sunlight.
A thankless job for a humble man,
I now realize and know what Hayden meant by
loves austere and lonely office as I sit
On a chair outside a church.