Where is a good heart Grandfather?
by Johnny Rustywire, Navajo
Where is a good heart Grandfather?
What do you mean, Grandchild?
Where are all those who roamed the earth and brought peace,
a kind word,
a taste of life as a man who takes flight with eagles,
who runs with the mountain lion,
who has strength like a bear who has kindness to care for a sparrow with broken wings.
Where are these men Grandfather?
They have not gone, they are here, Grandchild.
I have looked for them in the forests,
in valleys,
on the flat land.
Where have they gone.
All that was is no more,
we have no food,
no animals to hunt and there are those who tell us to go away from our own homeland,
who say we do not belong here,
all those that come this way, are they not men like us.
Yes my Grandchild, good hearts are hard to find.
Look far off to the horizon,
in the early light of dawn,
can you see it.
Dawn Boy runs to meet the day and farther way above the sky is all that is beautiful.
You must seek it and follow it,
step into it and let it wrap itself in you,
there you will find others like yourself seeking good hearts and you will find them there.
Grandfather, is it really so that there is this place?
Go that way and seek it,
all that is good,
hozhoji,
the beauty way,
and in time you will find that the good heart you seek is not too far from you
No one can take away a dream,
a hope and a rainbow,
let it be so seek these things all the days of your life....
go my grandchild your journey begins...
Copyright © 1999
Music Playng is 'Bear Mountain'
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