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.

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

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