She's a sacred healer
A whisperer of the soul
her lips utter mysteries
and the secrets of the old
Her light is for the lowly
just enough for them to see
a taste of His compassion
an answer to their plea
The sparkle in her eyes
tells a tale no one can know
and the silence in her touch
mends the sorrows that we tow
Her essence speaks in vibration
a deep transcended being
she's the spark before the flame
and the glow before the seeing
Her warmth echoes outward
an invitation for repair
hoping to reveal
that someone really cares
She's a sacred healer
a whisperer of the soul
her lips open with treasures
and her secrets bring forth gold.
By Erica Odon.
Aug 9, 2020
Aug 9, 2020 at 9:45 AM UTC
The lust of the eye
...who can tame its allure
it beckons your glance
like an ache for a cure
Desire misplaced
graven images provoke
and what was permitted
"is like a bad joke"
Blood surging impulses
chasing ghosts of the past
you keep going nowhere
and going there fast
Hidden passions
creep through your veins
while the voice of the pure
is held up in chains
Remember karma
she hunts for her prey
and when she finds them wanting
she'll rule on (that) day.
For the eye is never satified
never at home with its own
denying the true grandeur
of the bone of your bones
One day you'll look
for the one you didn't see
and by that time ...
she will have broke free...
By Erica L. Odom
May 5, 2019
May 5, 2019 at 8:26 AM UTC
Green like an emerald was her aura
surrounded in a healing glow
Creation seemed to circle around her
Beckoning its power to flow
Love was the substance transmitted
with each gentle touch of her hand
Her words too echoed something translucent, that only the soul could understand.
She desired to heal the broken
though broken herself she was
that was the power she harnessed
Her light energy sending a buzz
A vessel crack yet containing
An essence uniquely her own
Something crafted in silence
Something beautifully sown
Her hands giving ...bestowal
Aluristic heart with no shame
And each heart that drew near her
Was thoroughly glad that they came
For her essence was light and calming
And her pain caused her to see
That every soul was bleeding and longing
to be Holy and wholely set free.
By Erica Odom
Mar 10, 2019
Mar 10, 2019 at 1:19 AM UTC