One day, knowledge won’t be enough
You’ll hunger for truth like a babe for breastmilk
When you read the entire library
And see phrases and clauses that prick your heart
You’ll stand before threatening opposition
Just like Doctor Luther.
He was fearless yet humble
Driven by reformation yet slow to speak
Set as a meal before owls and vultures
Yet not eager to let folly usher in his doom
In all his thirst for purity of the sacred
He remained lowly, seasoning his speech with salt.
On that day when you stand before the Diet
And have to defend your writings or art
May your confidence never write you a death sentence
Rather when opposition opposes your existence
And honour you as the rebel of tradition
May you with grace save your life by losing it.