(Free Verse)
I stood in Luther's "backyard",
A walled enclave behind Wittenburg castle.
I remember it as clearly as if it were yesterday,
Even though it was Nineteen-ninety-nine.
There were trees, bearing white blossoms
And fresh grass.
What was once one large enclosure,
Including Katie's beer crops
Was now divided by a road.
I had some sense now
Of those things which inspired Luther's
Writings about Nature.
Now when I need a safe place
In my own mind,
That is the place
To which I return.
---C. Marie Byars, (c) 2009
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Luther's Backyard
Labels:
grass,
hope,
Luther,
Lutheran poetry,
Marie Byars,
Spring,
temporal,
trees,
trust
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