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The dim gray light peaks through the leaves
revealing tears as they stream down my face.
I left because they can’t accept who I am.
All the screaming, and intimidation…
Why aren’t you like your brother?
Why are you doing this to your mom and me?

No! Why can’t you love me despite my failings?
Why can’t you believe in me
even when my path varies from the crowd?
So I shiver in these woods – so cold,
with nowhere else to go – with no one to take me in.
And I’ll die here, apparently.
Jesus said this world isn’t worthy of me.
The dim gray light turns brighter,
closer –
and I’m drawn to it.
This poem © Kevin Walker. Published May 2013.
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“Anything that God has ever done, He can do now. Anything that God has done anywhere else, He can do here. Anything that God has done for anyone else, He can do for you.” A. W. Tozer “Anything that God has ever done, He can do now.” That’s correct. You serve a ‘now’ God.  God […]

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Don’t forget what’s important.
It isn’t always dollar signs
and nice rides,
or even a mansion in L.A.
It isn’t a song on MTV,
your face on the TV screen,
or clothes from the most trendy place.

It’s a Saturday morning tea party
with your little girl.
A smile from your wife
when you open the door getting home from work.
It’s evenings on the porch swing
with a glass of sweet tea.
Sunday mornings in church with your family.
A phone call from Dad at just the right time.
Don’t forget what’s important.
Life, it goes by so very fast.
It’s the little things that make it worthwhile
when you’ve come to breathe your last.

This poem © Kevin Walker. Published May 2013.
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Although one of the rightist parties just won the 2013 parliamentarian Bulgarian elections by a fraction, it lacks the needed majority to form an independent government. The Socialist party, second in the ballot, is searching an uneven alliance with the nationalists from “Attack” and the Turkish ethnic DPS (Right and Freedom Movement). Neither the Union of democratic forces nor the political […]

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I don’t accept your apology.
It wasn’t at all sincere –
with a smirk, and a laugh,
and a heart cold and indifferent
to the hurt you’ve made me feel,
the pain you’ve left in my heart.

I don’t accept your apology.
And, honestly,
I think it’s time for you to leave.
Walk out into the cold rain
as it washes the grime down the city streets
outside of my apartment.
Shiver as a drop of rain drips down your back.
Hear the thunder follow a flash of lightning
as you slowly realize things will never be the same.
This poem © Kevin Walker. Published May 2013.
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Pakistanis are scheduled to go to the polls to elect a new parliament and governing party or coalition on May 11. But a Pew Research Center survey of Muslims around the world finds that Pakistani Muslims are among the least likely to express support for democracy.   

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Song of Songs 5:16 (NIV) This is my beloved, this is my friend. There isn’t another person on the face of the earth that I would rather spend time with than my wife.  I’ve turned down invites to ball games, guy weekends, hunting trips and rounds on the golf course, all for one reason – […]