Mud is trampled
under fighting feet
angry shouts
and dying love
where is hope
where is God
in these battles
against divine peace
looking around
all around the killing fields
there are flower gardens
overlooked
listening for the whispers
under the running babble of troubled voices
there are birds of harmony
unheard
and these prompt other questions
does the truth of beauty still in the world
despite the best efforts of human experts
offer evidence
for the grace of God
does sound of nature singing
despite the racket of a band of tyrants rehearsing
offer clues
that we were created for a different life
than a hopeless
and violent prison
of sin
Kelvin Bueckert 