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