Early in the morning
new music flies awake,
holding old notes of faith,
in the room of the meek
musician.
Covers off,
feet meeting the floor,
arms rising,
praise building,
he plants prayers in the air —
moves
resurrection-ready,
sliding up
scripture pictures
permanent on the walls
of his rejoicing heart.
“Worthy is the Word . . .”
he sings, his cup of life overflowing
with the name of Jesus
written on every drop.
© Geoff Pope 2019