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Minneapolis, MN 55407
P.O. Box 7588
Phone: (612) 722-6612
office@walkerchurch.org
Walter Lockhart, Pastor
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Mission: To Nurture Spirituality, Build Caring Community,and Work Courageously
for Peace with Justice and Mercy
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Poetry by Munir Kahar * Every time I try to write it down the echoes uttered from my heart all the words pronounced from my soul of the anxiety feeling 'bout you all the words that written were melting floatimg and fly away to the ceiling flew thru the air runs to the moon by milkyway * I wonder if you seen all those words become a rhyme I wonder if you can read all those sentence that I try to explain everything about me * read my words in the sky read my words in the sky to night the moon gleaming all those stars glistened and blinking * This paper still blank without words the ink of my pen drippings one by one flooding this paper just like my heart drowning with the tears from the stars the tip of my pen just sing the blues the lyric's sang, that I don't need to explain anything * I know by now I aint able to reach you in my arms anymore, but I miss you baby seems any hope that I had is slowy slipping away fading like every words I wrote it down melting and floating fly away to the ceiling flew thru the air runs to the moon by milkyway * I wonder if you seen all those words become a rhyme I wonder if you can read all those sentence that I try to explain everything abaout this anxiety feeling I miss you I am yearning where are you wish you were here * read my words in the sky read my words in the sky read my words in the sky to night the moon gleaming all those stars glistened and blinking read my words in the sky read my words in the sky read my words in the sky
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The Mourning of Sunday morning as usual, Coastal Northern In the town square…..some are jogging, kids running…..laughing, The old ones walk, greeting everyone peacefully. fresh fish, colorful veggies, pisang - banana displayed so pretty we listen to the rhythm of bargaining for spices, peppers, and idle chat Birds singing A family crowd, siblings and friends together as one A walking carnival to the wedding The Rebana sounding cheerfully, they begin to hurry, A new life, just around the corner….. Without a sign, no clue, no warning….. The earth cracking…..! the ground shaking….! No….! Nothing could hold back these giant waves ! Sweeping before their very eyes…..sweeping the pebble beach ! Smashing trees , pressing those walls. tumble – crumble…! Rush….crash and crush ! people running, nowhere to hide Leaving their lives behind, even their loved ones….. In just a few seconds, Ripped and torn, A cry beyond tears, a cry of numbness and hopelessness Thousands of bloated bodies litter the hemisphere Drowned in the mud, we are left grieving….. In the eye of OUR hearts, in the membrane of OUR souls Each of their tear-drops asking questions…… But who should we ask: “Where are we going….?” All the hearts are as if buried in the mud…… Lives shattered, the earth shuddered Bodies taken, the living souls ripped, crumbled Babies, girls, sisters, mothers and grandmothers They were lost……. don’t know where…… Boys, brothers, fathers, uncles and grandfathers Drowned……. don’t know where….. That little girl alone, orphaned That mother alone, weeping That father alone, exhausted Mom, Dad, Grandma, Grandpa, …..“ where are you….?” Brother, sister…. “where are you…….? “Upik” ….. “Buyung” ….. where are you…..!!! all the fathers searching and shouting….! This grief, everyone’s grief Those tears are dripping in our Hearts, drowning everyone’s Soul…. The mourning of m u n i r k a h a r.
In Here We Were Learn, All The Hearts Knitted as Rainbow Like Thunder, jolting torn the soul membrane Sudenly I am a wake, my heart shaking The news chanted in every where, the eyes thru the world widely opened A tiny spot in the hemispheres wriggling,, a giant waves flare up Drowning all hearts through the world, buried in weeping Telephone ringing again another friends draw a mourning The phone ringing again, other friends hugs my heart Condolences, these mourn everyone mourns Those ringing like a mother’s hugs Touching the soul membrane tenderly In here we were learn, knitted our hearts Hand in hand, showering with love and cares The ehoes of compassion, webbing thru all the worlds Emerge as rainbow bridge from the beauty of diversity Yellow, red, black or white, we are all as one, human kind and now, in here we, united all the hearts together as one in the rainbow bridge’s knitting the beauty of diversity with the compassion of human kind for those, whom leave us their memento memories glare like diamond glistened by the rainbow in the window of everyone hearts these mourn, are everyone mourning condolences chanted from every corner with the compassion of human kind now in here we were learn and share all the hearts knitted as a rainbow yellow – red, black – white together, hand in hand all united as one These mourn, Are everyone mourn Not only Is not just in Nor even just the mourn of These mourn everyone mourn, the mourn of the world Together, in here we were learn, knitted our hearts Hand in hand, showering the lost with love and cares The echoes of compassion, webbing the heart thru all the world Emerges as a rainbow bridge’s from the beauty of diversity Yellow, red, brown, black or white, knitted as one The bridge’s of human kind
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B E E X I S T F O R M E The chant of loon echoing Thru the walls of The beauty evening sky, drawn and melting in the deepest soul Laydown in the bay of summer Scent of remnant sping lingers in the air Like a floating incense from the old temple The chant of loon echoing Thru the walls of These hermitage’s build the inspiration of beauty and artistry Fulfilled with bliss and joy The chant of loon echoing Like a hymn of sufi in the old mosque The chant of loon echoing A nocturne to the goddest of night So, I call you…….my angel I know you were there Were you down from milky way Were you come from from mystic lake Be exist for me, be exist….. Reach me…..I search for you Reach me…….I give you all my bliss I search for you with all my compassion I don’t have a gold palace But I’ll build a rainbow made from silver and copper Be exist for me, be exist……. Don’t sting my soul, please don’t… Don’t build your great wall, against me July hermitage’s Cabin seven, Beauty, bliss and joy Flying with my Tequila.
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