Where now the horse and the rider?

"Where now the horse and the rider? where is the horn that was blowing?
Where is the helm and the hauberk and the bright hair flowing?
Where is the hand on the harp-string, and the red fire glowing?
Where is the spring and the harvest and the tall corn growing?
They have passed like rain on the mountain, like a wind in the meadow;
The days have gone down in the West behind the hills into shadow.
Who shall gather the smoke of the dead wood burning?
Or behold the flowing years from the Sea returning?"
(Tolkien, Two Towers)

Where, O Lord, is Your church? Why do I gather alone?
I am still wrestling with this, Abba.
You asked me if I had asked others to gather.
This time I did.
I stepped out, Lord.

And one person did come.

But I am still wondering, Abba.
Where is Your church?

Here I am.
What would you have me do?