Hello my loves! It's that time of year again. So buckle your seat belts and put on your flying goggles because we're heading into this month's nano at full speed and without air bags. That's right, a poem a day for the entire month. So without further ado, day one's poem:
Antithesis:
Martin Luther,
When you posted your theses to the great church door, did your hands shake?
These words you had written painstakingly, letter by letter
Did they tremble with the enormity of what they were about to do?
What do you do when all you have is a small flame of conviction burning in your heart and the entire world is a thunderstorm of dissagreement?
Martin Luther,
When you were on the stand,
A jury of your equals telling you that everything you had written was
Wrong. Misguided. Treasonous.
Did your faith waver?
Did you imagine that maybe these bishops and deacons,
Knew more, knew better
Than you?
Did you ever think how easy it would be to just admit they were right,
This whole thing had been a great mistake,
How warm and safe it would be to return unto them?
Martin Luther,
When the Pope excommunicated you
When the emperor banished you
When you left Rome with a bible in one hand and what was left of your life packed in a neat roll on your shoulders
Did you ever look back?
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