I’m an introvert. My energy recharges when I’m alone with my thoughts and can get lost in my imagination. Finding spaces in which I can afford myself moments of solitude has been rather difficult the past couple of years, for a number of reasons, which has been difficult.

I’ve found, however, that I am always able to have a few minutes of solitude right before worship. After I’ve set up the cameras and computers for the stream the sanctuary is quiet and I feel stress begin to bleed off. This past Sunday I took a moment to jot down how that moment of solitude washed over to me.

Sitting in silence,
tasks done, quiet beckons.
Steam hisses in small voices,
pipes rattle as it passes.
By myself,
enrobed with presence.
This is solitude.