I’m sitting here at school looking through my first review copy of These Moments Pass!For those that haven’t yet heard, I’m publishing a small collection of original poetry (53 pages) to sell through Amazon (first in Paperback, and – in a few weeks – o…
I hear criesIn the wilderness.Some beast-childWanting fresh milkFrom a motherLong since deadAnd mounted inSomeone’s living room.This poem © Kevin Walker. Published Feb. 2012.
Looking up from this bedI whisper softlyTo the surroundingFriends, andFamily, andEcho the words ofThe Savior:“It is finished.”I close my eyes,And with a smile,Drift off into thatEternal sleep,Longing to hear it said:“Well done.”This poem © Kev…
That summer was the best.Throwing the baseballIn the backyardWith my dad;Even the buzzingSound of mosquitoesLeaving itchy bitesCouldn’t take away from thoseJoy-filled days.Playing with the neighborhoodKids in the wooded lotBehind my grandmother’s h…
I see herOut of the corner of my eyePushing that shopping cart,That silver prison,Containing everything she calls her own.“Maybe I can help,”I think aloud,“But, hey,” I remind myself,Before I take this thought too far,“Money doesn’t grow on…
Studying the last few verses of Romans 2 yesterday spurred some thoughts that I am just now attempting to flesh out. The generation that is coming (perhaps here now) is hungry for God, but not just the theory or the thoughts… they want the real. This generation is not coming as previous ones have, because […]![]()

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