Feathers and a Name

Written by Shayla D. Smith

How I learned where God
Found his name.
His mind a gift,
So beautiful.
Not in fancy colors,
But not all ashes for matter.
You see sometimes disguises in the designs
Are important for any true leader.
I've broken some too few hearts,

Something that they thought was ours to share

And God said," Thank you! I'll take the rest from here."

You see,"I am a child of God and He has sent me here......
(I had to erase the rest of this song. Too sweet!)"
In this room I sit,
With the Bees and stare,
My wise eye scaring any evil away.
To the tallest or lowest ground.
I knew that I was becoming a chosen Healer
When a Man walked up to Me and told Me that He hurt.
So weak,
I kept on talking
Strange how the lighting dims and you yearn for bed.
At the thought I run.
It's a pattern woven,
Like a web.
But I let them go after watching them sleep.
Eat the web they were woven in.
That's how low I sweep.

You see words I thought were trash, were a chosen people. Communicating differently then what I knew. The Chosen Native American People are represented in the second half. It wasn't until I looked at some old writing yesterday that I caught that the writing sounded like some of their talk and story telling. This writing was a miracle and it was inspired, prof to me that when God makes promises to his people, He keeps them! My wishes are for good for every chosen tribe of Israel.