Monday, April 4, 2011

Walter, My Friend



My good friend, Walter, flew away a year ago. I miss him, his laugh, his warm hugs, his great heart. This evening a group of about a dozen of his closest friends gathered at his house to recite some prayers in Hebrew (Walter was raised in the Jewish tradition), tell each other our often hilarious stories about Walter, and, of course, to feast on some of his favorite foods. A happy-sad celebration of a man who had a wide open heart.

One of the things we shared was this poem that Walter himself wrote some time ago.

Here it is:


Nature’s Way
Where are you going?
The beauty and ecstasy you are seeking
I am here
Take refuge in the warm nurturing sun
The cool fragrance of the morning dew
The soft raindrops alighting gently on my face
Hills, like huge waves covered with superb shades of green
And colors so sublime
There are no replicas
Bold blotches of deep purple
Dispersed with frosty violet heather
Adorn the mountainside
Like a mammoth patched afghan
Looming in the distance
Thin misty clouds engulf the mountain tops
Conjure up images of a dreamlike fantasy
Beckoning
Come. come see what mystery I have in store.
Stop!  Be still. Listen!
Listen to the whispering wind;
I am yours
All the beauty that abounds
See it, touch it, feel it within
The depths of your soul
We are one.
All the resplendence that you behold
Abides within you.
Where are you racing?
Search no more I beseech you
I am here
Surrender. Or would you blindly speed towards
Your destination without savoring
The power of my sheltering arms?
Perhaps you are not yet ready
Another time then!
When the great subterfuge of pomp and pageant
Fame and fortune spurn your fantasies
I will await you homecoming you prodigal son
And embrace your weary soul
And turn your hardened heart
Back to love.
by Walter Blum






I wrote about Walter on April 5, 2010, the day after he died. You can navigate there the old fashioned way, or just follow this link  HERE.

9 comments:

Lorenzo — Alchemist's Pillow said...

A beautiful remembrance, Dan. Such rights as this evening's get-together of Walter's friends seem to grow in importance as the years go by, don't they? I hope you all have many blessings and joys big and small to share amid the inevitable sadness of the occasion.

steven said...

what a gift to have known him dan!! thanks for sharing his writing here. gentle admonitions to keep our eyes open to what surrounds us and is inside us are always welcomed!! steven

Dan Gurney said...

Hi Lorenzo, yes! When we're young we get to enjoy happier occasions, graduations, weddings, baby showers. We've attained an age when funerals and memorial services are more the norm. But rites such as these are still full of joy (and sadness, too).

Dan Gurney said...

thanks steven. As Carlos Castenada said, we must wear death on our shoulders. I know you do something like that and it keeps you awake, aware, and present for the miracles that abound.

Tess Kincaid said...

A lovely tribute to your dear friend. His beautiful poem is so very touchingly appropriate.

Dan Gurney said...

Thank you, Tess. I agree. I thought that Walter's poem really spoke to the occasion.

Reya Mellicker said...

What a beautiful poem - and so TRUE. Your gathering sounds like a great celebration of his life. What is remembered, lives.

Terresa said...

Thank you for sharing Walter's poem, especially the encouragement to stop, listen, be still (I'm a person who profits from such reminders!).

Glad you found my waffle house, stop by anytime! (and looking at your sidebar, we are friends among friends: Ruth, Lorenzo, Tess, Steve...)

Dan Gurney said...

Terresa, you are welcome! I am glad to have found your waffle house and see, too, that we have many friends in common. Thank you for stopping by Mindful Heart.