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Sarah Law


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The body is a metaphor for God – 

your limbs are fourfold gospels with a raised


hand aligning your soft-pumped blood

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leaving its witness as pattern and prayer.

The heart itself is sanctuary lamp,


red and steady even as it flickers

over your shimmering stanzas of flesh.


The body holds its wounds and folds,

is skin striated by a turning world.


That thoughtful look is iconography – 

your phrase-mark frown eliding note


with note; your mouth is utterance 

and hunger for an answer. Touch


is grace-note, blessed selection, patter

of water. Every cup and curve is love,


a vessel fit for wonder; and is good. 

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