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