early morning, Lent, day eighteen

I wake early with a psalm

refrain

singing in my soul

perhaps I had been 

praying it 

in my sleep

our small choir

sings

the psalm 

on Sunday mornings

this must have been one recently

sung or rehearsed

I wake again at 

daybreak

hearing six notes from an

organ

so clearly

I sit up in wonder

searching

there is no organ here

downstairs

with my tea I settle in

to read the Words from the 

Daily Lectionary

Psalm first,

as usual,

my soul sings again

"O God, you are my God;

    eagerly I seek you."