In God alone my soul finds rest
And oft I meet Him here:
In the quiet, dim narthex,
Breathing the churchly air.
Babies here have been baptized
And joyful couples wed;
Funerals tearful bade goodbyes
And pow’rful scriptures read.
But as I sit now quietly-
No sound but for the organ-
I rather think this cup of tea
Is a weekday communion.
A Bookish Charm 