his music deep and sure

 

Walker Breland

some people are so good

that the fire of the Light they live

draws us to them

to let them heat up the coldnesses within us,

I think of the beach at Edisto Island

where Walker felt so at home,

and I think of him as being the morning Sun

shining on me, warming me,

making me ready for the day,

blessed by the sand, the ocean, the Sun,

and the gifts he so freely gave,

if a person was rude, it perplexed him,

and he’d wonder if they needed a cold glass of iced-tea

to help them find the goodness within them again,

Walker’s smile came straight from his spirit,

as did the twinkle of his eyes and ready laugh,

he knew that God is love,

love even greater than the wonders of faith and hope,

our world is full of noisy gongs and clanging cymbals,

Walker not only lived a life of love,

but a life of music his soul played through his hands,

as music touches us deeper and surer than words,

closer to the eternal rightness we call God,

a rightness Walker knew with ever fiber of his being,

I feel lucky to have been a cousin of his,

how much luckier it must be

to have been his wife, his child, his grandchild,

now his great grandchild,

how much luckier to have been 

one of those in the audience or the congregation

where the notes of the music he played

synchronized with the rightness of the spirit we call love,

anyone touched by Walker Breland 

is a better person for that touch,

may we all pay forward the gifts 

Walker lived and gave us all with his every moment.

by "Little" Henry H. Walker

March 29, ‘21