SANCTUS AT ALL SAINTS

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Holy the liturgy spoken and sung – 
as music patterns water molecules
sipped from a crystal glass, this place

and its prayers choreograph my thoughts,
my blood-cells, and the soul within – 
Holy the light that quivers on the pulpit,

(brimming with its homily of silence) – 
my gaze is half-aware of angels
hovering over the shoulders of the faithful.

A bright gleam settles on the cross
like a ghostly butterfly, knowing
where the yield is sweet. I rise

as organ chords swell like thick curls
of incense. Holy the hour that is done – 
and the new life now begun.

Sarah Law

Sarah Law lives in London and is an Associate Lecturer for the Open University. She has poems in The Windhover, St Katherine Review, America, Psaltery & Lyre, Soul-Lit, Heart of Flesh and elsewhere. Her latest collection, Thérèse: Poems is published by Paraclete Press. She edits Amethyst Review, an online journal for new writing engaging with the sacred.

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