Biography of Walter Killeen
One of eight children. I have kept the tradition; I have eight who call me DAD. The last two were adopted at a time when most people would abandon a child. I have watched the power of GOD in the eyes of my children and grandchildren. (See 'Why God is real') My purpose is to help. To spread peace. To show that the only really important things in life can't be bought, they have to be lived. One day... when I get a few moments, I will publish the rest of what has been penned to paper. Some is whimsical, some is serious, some will make you laugh, others will cause a lump and a tear. The few things here have spread far beyond these pages. I guess that makes them worth reading.
Sometimes you just have to let the words out... Enjoy.
Walter Killeen Poems
The Need For Touch
To touch and be touched is perhaps the most human thing we do. It can provoke many emotions. Those who have been hurt, fear it; and want to run away. Run away from the terror, the abuse, the roughness.
The time that I spend with others is valuable but The time spent with me.. in solitude...
How Love Dies
Once upon a time a young man found a woman. That special one: the eyes; the hair; the shape of her face; her hands; her special walk; the sound of her voice. The love reflected in her soul.. Timidly at first, he approached her. He had been shot down so many
Remember (For My Children)
(To my Children) Remember always, that I love you. Remember, You only have to ask. I will do anything within my power to make this time less painful.
As I Gather
IN THE BEGINNING... There was the word, and the word begat other words... and a sentence was born. And the author saw that it was good.
Together We Can
I know that you are hurting from the pain of these past days. I see you searching for a kind of peace, a peace within.
My Closest Companion
For the rest of my life dear, I want you to be, my closest companion and all you can be. To fill our dreams with just you and with me,
Perfect Tense Er Sense...
One day while swilching under an inverted Ocean in the middle of deep dark Africa, I met a squilch who had lost their gronk. As I rotated into a position not previously held by her I asked it what
God approaches each of us in different ways. To some, He gives the gift of healing. To others, He gives the gift of tongues. While working in solitude, I often feel His presence...
Real Love Is...
IT'S NOT Hugs & Kisses or even the spoken words although those are often its outward signs. IT'S NOT about Caresses and physical touching although these help it grow and indeed keep it alive.
How Love Dies
Once upon a time a young man found a woman.
That special one: the eyes; the hair; the shape of her face; her hands; her special walk; the sound of her
voice. The love reflected in her soul.. Timidly at first, he approached her. He had been shot down so many
times before, the thought of being hurt again frightened him. But then... He touched her...
That first kiss was electrifying.. They talked constantly. Sharing their feelings.. Trying to be together
always. Time apart was painful.. They