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Paul David Walker Poem
Today we are calling all Angels,
All beings of light from all across the universe,
Knights of Camelot and Queens of Avalon,
White Wizards, Light Warriors, Lau Tzu,
Jesus, Mohamed, Krishna, Buddha,
Rama, Abraham, The Great Spirit,
All the loving spirits unnamed
Over time who have uplifted
Us before written words
As we huddled around fires
And especially all you who are living
Amongst us now hiding
Behind your fears and egos.
Release yourselves
And fly across space and time.
We need you in our hearts
And at our sides as we begin
This journey to release the genius
Within ourselves and weave
It with the “Flow of Heaven.”
Come to us now to help
Us create a New World of light.
Guide our words and deeds
So we can extend our universe
With beauty and wonder
And create living beings
Who extend beyond biology.
Fill our souls with love,
Our hearts with courage
And our eyes with visions
That will truly manifest
The loving spirit of God
Here on Earth as it is in Heaven.
Paul Walker
February 4, 2006
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Paul David Walker Poem
Sunday morning and the rain is still falling
After lightning parted the night sky
And shook windows with the thunderous sound
Of the parted clouds crashing back together
And after this night of pouring rain, howling winds
And flashing windows people file into the Cathedral.
The echo of shiny shoes against stone
Resound with different cadences
As old men holding on to life,
Young girls in blooming white dress,
Boys with dreams of heroes
And parents holding hands with hopes
Walk across the tombs of kings and saints.
As everyone finds their place
The organ begins soft sounds that
Wind about the huge pillars supporting
The vaulted ceilings and the stained
Glass windows with the stories of saints
Lovingly created hundreds of years ago
The choir files in with the musicians
And the director who has organized
The sheets of music and the lives
Of children with angelic voices
And grown ups with many voices
To reach for the heavens with their song
The pipe organ signals the beginning
With a deep loud burst of chords
That shakes the walls like thunder
And the precession of seekers,
Alter boys, priests and candles
Representing the light of the spirit
In slow motion float into their places
The conductor signals the musicians
To join the organ, the boys choir
As sweet as spring sings like heavenly bells,
The rest of the choir answers the call
As the congregation gradually joins in
Each letting go in their own way
Of the troubles that close their hearts
The sounds circle within the space
As all the voices expand and touch
Each others hearts with divine cords
And as the light seems to brighten inside
The clouds above the Cathedral part
And let in a golden beam that seems
To come from heaven to span rainbows
And sparkles on deep green fields
As though the rhythms synchronized
With some heavenly code to release
The darkness all across the land
Paul Walker
June 12, 2004
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Paul David Walker Poem
Currents
There are currents
That ran me into fallen trees,
Cracking me open
Face down in the mud
Gasping for air flopping
Onto my back watching
The clouds float by untouched,
Like giant ballet dancers
In tune with something unseen.
Whirlpools dark and deep
Took me in suddenly
And held me circling
Over and over again,
Like fearful thoughts
And relentless dark dreams,
That force awakening
And lift me from dread
Each morning as sun
Lights open windows.
I struggled to escape
Only to be trapped
In backwaters so far away
I could barely feel the pull.
Swimming dangerously tired
Towards the faint flow.
Tumbling down
To the endless horizon,
Being pulled under again
Reaching out one last time,
I caught a current
So strong and deep it lifted
Me over the monstrous rocks,
Like riding a dragon
Into the stillness so bright,
That even a glimpse
Shifted my life forever.
Paul David Walker
May 27, 2012
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As the gun’s first round blasts out
Echoed by a mother’s mournful cry,
I stand by waiting to cap the grave
This last summer of ‘69 when the constant
Funerals made me feel older than my years.
I remember earlier being at the bottom
Of that grave carving the corners square
Where sound is muted and still
And the earth smells cool and fresh.
Enjoying a moment of silence
Below the ground looking up
From the darkness to blue sky,
Before the black funeral sends
Its dead down to this place
I prepared for many others.
Waiting out of sight with dirt
On my hands in case of trouble,
A line of black cars weave
Through the cemetery lanes,
While the honor guard waits
So young and sharp carrying guns,
Flags and a brass horn whose sound
Mixed with tears will carry the departed
Young soul away from us to heaven.
The family and friends gather
Moving like ghosts in the broken
Way I have seen so many times,
As the prayers of consolation begin,
I hear sorrowful whimpering
As they try to comfort each other.
Now the second round,
Echoed by a mother’s mournful cry,
But louder with the sound of why
Unspoken that I will never forget.
Too soon the final round cracks out
As the brass horn plays Taps,
General sobbing rises and falls.
The soft notes signal the ending
That I still carry in dreams and waking
Moments as sudden sobbing captures
Me unexpectedly breaking my heart again.
Paul David Walker
Memorial Day, 2012
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Is an Angel flashing at me again?
My senses glow with an awakening
Running through my heart,
Like waves of Spring spreading across
The forest floors before the leaves.
Calling me again through
Eyes so sweet and clear,
Drawing me with shimmering,
Discovering holy songs
Fill the world’s airways.
The choir’s celestial song flows
Through my veins today
Sounding my depths
Like a mermaid seeking life,
Or is it just a dream?
A flash that merges the chanting
Voices into a single tone so silent
That God can be heard calling,
Or is it the natural shining
Reaching out from the infinite
Naturally creating life each moment?
An opening to the waves of light,
A joy that dances like sun
On edges of the waves of time,
Or flower fairies dancing
In circles in the moonlight,
Who really knows?
But I cannot resist,
I am drawn towards this heaven
Like a child coming home,
I see it in everyone’s eyes
Glowing behind their masks
Waiting to be released
From deep shadows.
Paul David Walker, May 5, 2007
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