For twelve years, Scott Walters has been an advocate for many things in Little Rock. One of these has been the arts — especially literature, visual arts and music.
His tenure as Rector of Christ Church saw the concerts by Mavis Staples and the Arkansas Symphony Orchestra, the development of The Undercroft music venue, the creation of the Sixth Street Library gallery, and partnerships with the Arkansas Literary Festival.
As he moves on to his next adventure in Memphis, this is a chance to say farewell to him.
CHANGES AND CHANCES
A troubadour of truths once came
to a church of rock in a city built on a rock.
A language loving scholar with an interest in seemingly everything
He was a student of cultures (both pop and high).
He was called to aid people as they worked and watched and wept.
With his carpenter’s hands he
During times of joy and woe, he shared insight he had gained.
In his brilliantly simple and simply brilliant words he referenced
Like the philosophers of old, he raised questions not easily answered.
As he sought to make sense of a world that too often
But, as in his carpentry days, he used his tools and
Found a way to restore equilibrium and return the bubble to the
Though at home in a pulpit,
he was equally at ease walking the streets
Be they the sidewalks of his city
Or a pilgrimage through Spain.
His unassuming manner was on display whether chatting with
Prize winning poets
And all other personalities included in this story of human redemption.
The troubadour and his family embraced the church of rock,
Its neighborhood and its city built on a rock.
As active participants in its life
Their impact spread far beyond the half of a city block.
There are many more lessons to teach.
There are many more lives to touch.
There are new words to explain.
There are new worlds to explore.
When particles collide, they are forever changed.
(That is what physicists tell us in their not-so-ancient texts.)
Hurtling on their new trajectories, seeking new directions,
The particles are eternally impacted because of the contact.
This church of rock in the city on a rock
Is likewise evermore transformed by the troubadour and his household.
A dozen years of tears, laughter, memories
And ordinary time that twas always more than that.
In improvisation (this troubadour once noted)
there is a perfect response when met with a strange new reality.
It is two words which accept that revised status quo
And anticipate the unforeseen.
So now as the troubadour and his family
venture into their new realms
And as the church of rock in the city on a rock
Remains with a renewed purpose
Collectively everyone takes a breath,
And utters with gratitude for the past
And anticipation for the future