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


listening for the whispers

under the running babble of troubled voices

there are birds of…



Reality is there

in the rope winding

around the truth


and I am secured

in this port

of your promises

even as the waters of the bay

shiver with the bitterness of the season

I am kept warm

in the yellow light of your cabin

even as the wind…



Faith is drowning in distraction

your doubtful eyes

focus only on what they can see

and overlook the hints of light

that give away the secret

of a morning about to rise

as the wild horses of wind are dragging us over

the water and the night

hope is sinking…



Tree branches can only reach higher

if there are roots

that have dug themselves into the ground

love cannot be gained through force

but only through giving

of yourself

a flower can only burst into the sun

after a seed dies

in the belly of the earth

truth suffocates in…



Water falls

dancing in circles

tumbling in the cold

water is maturing

changing form

and a sparkling molecule is slowly born

a snow flake like a feather

floating on the sea

settling on the shore

a small wisp of wonder

in the arctic air

flowing around my face

like a…



Turning wheels


and progress



and pride

are the dirt in the system

creating friction


and fire

smoking circles


and failure

only by removing all the sin

corrupting the machine

can the car move in freedom

(if the driver is willing to leave

behind where they…



Kelvin Bueckert

Lives and writes on the plains of Manitoba, Canada…he is an actor, writer, and has also been known to peddle books on his website…