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
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.
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