Even though
a swarm of tears has crawled
from my face
to infest my pillow
does this change the truth
that I am worthy of love?
even though humans
have released the valkyries of war
and celebrated their flight
does this change the truth
that God has allowed glimpses of beauty
into the world?
even though depression
has hunted me
through the Serengeti of my mind
throughout my life
does this change the truth
that I can feel joy
instead of fear
pulsing
through my body?
Kelvin Bueckert 