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GIFTS FROM THE HAWK
Gifts were received today
that most would overlook,
that only have meaning to me,
as I am a little bit different.
The box contained unbelievable objects
feathers from the messenger bird,
his wisdom sometimes is sought for guidance,
hand blown bottles, sea shells,
parts of arrow heads,
smell of patchouli and sandalwood,
all held close to my heart.
I now possess a pocket worry stone,
something my mom would be proud of.
Some of the most beautiful beads
and a necklace to hang over my monitor.
Each treasure in this box was sent to me
from the only one that understood
what it is to be a free spirit
trying to walk on white mans land.
I felt the good energy
coming off each and every item
anticipating to see for my self,
just what the Hawk picked for
this free spirit.
The ride home revealed the gifts,
upon my entrance through the door
each gift examined and inspected with such care
a smile from ear to ear,
as I felt the spirit behind these gifts,
gifts that could be
from none other than
The Hawk.
