by Sarah Law
(after St Elizabeth of the Trinity) He is the meeting-place for those who turn to light the way a flower opens to the sun, her pollen mingling on the bee's wings with all the open ones. And so I bid you pray in synchronicity with me (we earth-bound souls still wuthering in time). I recently discovered how our own loosed kin already dwell in Him and how, to meet, we only need to tune ourselves to love's long song.
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.