The Old One I went walking one evening Lost within my thoughts. Of problems in life Are they all worth the cost? I wandered along for awhile Then I saw an old man. He was sitting alone on a stump, Looking down at his hands. I approached him with care, For he seemed deep in thought. And thought I did wonder, Disturb him I did not. As I stood near, he looked at me, And I felt his wisdom surround. His dark eyes were dancing, As he gestured toward the ground. "You look troubled" he spoke With a voice that was strong "Come and sit here beside me, And relate what is wrong "Grandfather" I said "Your sight is still keen. There is confusion in my life, Over things I have seen" There is greed and hatred, And other evils abound. There is no harmony, No peace to be found." We sat there in silence The old man and me. Heads bowed and quiet Deep in thought were we. He then raised his hand, And waved it about, "You are looking out there, for it is not from without. But from within Is where you will find All that you need, For the peace in your mind. Feel in your heart For your spirit is true. And the peace that you seek, Is already in you. I listened to his words For his wisdom was strong. I looked into myself And realized I was wrong. For if change is to come It must be from within. Your own spirit must be willing It is with you it begins. Copyright 2003 by Heathen