The poems contained in the book "Oasis of Love" were composed during a period of intense inspiration which I consider to be divinely inspired. I hope you enjoy them as much as I enjoyed writing them. Peace and blessings to all who enter.
An inspirational collection of 58 poems for the beloved by Eric Rhodes,entitled "Oasis of Love" is reminiscent of the medieval sufi poetry of Rumi, Omar Khayyam and the mystical writings of St. John of the Cross and Hildegard von Bingen; and yet it is modern in its grasp of the interaction between man's ego and his divine will.
Teardrops Place my sandals at the threshold, I won't be needing them anymore. Powerless against the waves of love convulsing my body, I pour into you like wine from the neck of a bottle. Discarding the container which held me prisoner I drop it to the floor, amused, as it shatters into fine sand. The salted teardrops of my ecstasy ripple the ocean of love, gently lapping the shore of every land. - Eric Rhodes 2009 | I Breathe I breathe, just to feel your scent roll over my tongue, like a wave curling into the beach. Lost in the moment, my mouth tingles with your electric moisture, which lingers in the air after the thunderstorm. Exhaling, my mind is still, blissfully aware as I hold you against my lips. I cannot get enough of you, my sweetness, so I breathe. - Eric Rhodes 2008 |
A Glimpse I have long heard poems recited and songs sung, of your veiled beauty, my beloved. Lingering in the fragrant garden just beyond the walls, your music calls me like smoke to the evening sky. No longer could I take your enticing vision and have scaled your walls, bled amongst the thorns, just to smell the roses blooming within. Oh glorious lover, you have slain me with but a glimpse of the shadow from your eyes, smoldering beneath your veil. - Eric Rhodes 2008 | Blanket of Faith I long for your touch, soft like the wind against my brow. You are not within sight, yet I feel you engulfing me as the light surrounds my being. Oh, my love, in my heart time no longer exists as I languish in your garden watching the morning mist rise from your still waters. My ears can only hear your voice carried on the breeze, yet when I turn you are not there. I know you will arrive, like the full moon with your majestic procession. So in this dream like state I wait, cocooned in a blanket of faith. - Eric Rhodes 2008 |
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